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You tried you all 13 channels, but they burned me out again |
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'cause it's over whenever they say |
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I quit sending postcards 'cause no one know what to revere, |
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and the mailman can't come in to explain |
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So I'm out of gasoline, and I hate see, and it's hard to never mind. |
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It's hard to never mind. |
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I bought myself new candles, they only burn old flames. |
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I guess it's all the same anyway |
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Looked through my high school annuals to see who I still knew |
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but my point of view's forever changed |
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All this gasoline just goes to show that no one never minds. |
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It's building up, bottled up in time |
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All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind. |
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Just bring it down, bring it down this time. |
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And should it count against me, if I keep everything that you send me? |
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Are you going to find me so the bogs? Aren't empty all the time? |
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I think way too much about the way things should be said |
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'cause it just can't leave my head all the way. |
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It seems my brand new candles would catch on fire today |
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I think I might get burned anyway |
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All this gasoline just goes to show not everything is nice. |
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I do my best, I know not everything is right |
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All your energy just says to me that you never can't unwind. |
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Just bring it down, bring it down this time. |
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Please bring it down, bring it down. |