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I was feeling the weight of the atmosphere |
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And those I know aren't looking overjoyed I'm here |
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Daughters about fourteen order wine |
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And Chardonnay shows what she knows when she decides |
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Couldn't tell you now what clicked inside |
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Or why that's what I call her |
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Hardly floored but still reminded |
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That I once could want it all, all... |
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I don't know any that age who've died of greed |
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And so was I once letting be and letting bleed |
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I believe David Carradine changed a lot |
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Eastern wisdom Kunging Fu on western thought |
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But was always missing that same spot |
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Or knew but wouldn't say |
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A lot of life's best things are |
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Further than a Zen proverb away |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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They can always put you down some way |
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But I can't see you being saved for one more rainy day |
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It was easy to think at the U-Canteen |
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Drunk and small-time, finishing the quarter mean |
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That a lot of the structure would have to fall |
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Haves and have-nots polarized at facing walls |
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I don't think I believed it all |
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But needed just the same |
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A way to deal with being shut out |
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Of the decent peoples' game |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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They can always put you down some way |
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But I can't see you being saved for one more rainy day |
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(Well the company found me out combing the streets |
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And sure I signed on, legs across the vacant seats |
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But I found out quick where I really stood |
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Love-me love-nots sounding off the neighborhood |
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Chardonnay, how I've done battle, girl |
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To come this far away |
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There's not a world where I can talk to you |
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But I know what I'd say |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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They can always put you down some way |
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But I can't see you being saved for one more rainy day |
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Well I ended up down on the dispatch line |
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Hugs and headaches, all my problems solely mine |
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Don't you laugh when I talk about loyalty |
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When it's all you'll |
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Have, and one day it might be |
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I will look inside but you won't see |
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A glum look on my face |
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I may not use these words my whole life |
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But I keep them just in case)* |
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Well it's harder each night, gonna take a miracle |
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Gonna take Ernst Dali and di Chirico |
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Gonna recharge cranio-mechanical |
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Turning me right back into an animal |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay |
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Hey Chardonnay, Chardonnay |
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Chardonnay, oh Chardonnay... |
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(It's a lonelier look to the finer things |
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And Chardonnay sees what she needs when freedom rings |
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If the fog ever lifts on this final town |
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We may or may not find we'll want to stand its ground |
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Its accomplishments worn badly down |
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The chief exec's in jail |
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If it's a dollar higher this time |
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I think no one's paying bail |
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Oh oh oh |
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Hey Chardonnay)* |
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*These three versus were removed from the CD version due to time constraints |
