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You know what makes me happy |
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The things that make you sad |
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The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag |
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I found my indecision |
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The product of the media grime |
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The feel that I control have you press rewind |
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And now I'm on the wings |
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Hoping that you'll hear |
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Don't bother to respond |
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You love to hear me again |
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And when the sun beams down all of your lies |
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Close, close, yeah close the light |
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The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero |
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The classic i can feel is that of a memory |
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And you are peering down through parascopic eyes |
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Close, close, yeah close (conscience) |
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I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid |
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We'll drive the band to Shippensberg |
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And hope that we get played |
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And in the end of a season |
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The voices turn it all off |
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The things that were so meaningless |
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'Til the next one comes along |
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I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid |
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We'll drive the band to Shippensberg |
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And hope that we get played |
