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Someday, there'll be nothing more to say |
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When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils |
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Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there |
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My body and soul and my car are not for sale |
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Some days are made of silent anticipation |
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Some days are just quarter-pumping, cheap peepshows |
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Oh, make-believe is all we have some of these days |
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Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way |
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The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town |
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Where barstools, and dreamers, and glasses all get refilled |
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Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers and memories fighting gravity against the wall |
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Steamboat fishlight dancin' on the windowsill |
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Oh, the jukebox man never hits us with the latest |
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No, he just brushes the the dust from the grooves of the songs we love |
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Wow a drunk couple sayin' "baby no,no you are no you are no you,you are the greatest" |
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Haloes and hornies, they're squared off toe to toe |
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Some day there'll be nothing more to say |
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As life is seen as the dance of the seven veils |
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Each teaser reveal the beauty that was always already there |
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My body and soul and my car are not for sale |
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My body and soul and my car are not for sale |
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My body and soul and my car are not for sale |
