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Dead tired. |
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Bone dry. |
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Admired, till |
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I-can't make with the batteries, bad day at the cannery. |
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They're making a mess of me. |
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Best left tested by history. |
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I grab this mic and spike it to the ground, the lightning's bad but at least it's not loud. |
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The lighting's bad- the band can't see the crowd so |
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I'm coming down. |
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There is no incident, there's nothing incidental in this song. |
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There is no accident, there's nothing accidental in this song. |
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There's no coincidence, there's nothing coincidental in this song. |
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Dead tired. |
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Bone dry. |
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Admired, till |
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I-I grab this mic and spike it to the ground, the lightning's bad but at least it's not loud. |
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The lighting's bad- the band can't see the crowd so |
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I'm coming down. |
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Meet me in the dollar bin, it's a band |
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I once was in,haven't done much better since. |
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This is no coincidence- been rubbing off our finger prints covered up with phony skinsthis giving in has worn so thin that you can see the beat within. |
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Born fat or flat chested, the best of us tested. |
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We passed and we passed, we passed out when we could. |
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We got old, but we got good and we did all we said we would. |
