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Sing songs won't you sing along into the back room |
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A thought alone in this world is just like me to disagree |
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Ever wonder why the animals so narrowly escape manic depression |
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Put it on my tab |
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If I paint the sky at the right time |
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And set it for your eyes to gaze upon |
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Honey will you see the lights |
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Will you hold my hand tonight |
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Last call for alcohol in the loneliest of avenues with no one I know |
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There's a medicine for that |
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There's a medicine for that |
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Down to earth on a mattress at a cheap motel |
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Counting dollar bills and pretending I know her well |
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There's a medicine for that |
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There's a medicine for that |
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Sing back the tunes we play |
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Transistor radios and old board games |
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I look at the computer and might cry |
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The fire spreads through the dry grass nearby |
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We bust grooves like the crippled mausoleum keepers |
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Wheelchair running from the grim reaper |
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Printing centerfolds from the school computer |
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From the school computer |
