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If anyone rises at 6.31 |
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And fakes all day that |
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They're having their fun |
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They never did get it right |
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Since they got it so low |
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To anyone drinking the morning away |
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The afternoon will prove a mistake |
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They never will get it right |
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Now they've got it so low |
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And we laugh and we drink |
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And we teach ourselves not to think (And we find it hard not to think) |
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We never did get it right |
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Since we got it so low |
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To all the faces that |
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Freeze for you there |
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In your memory when you try not to care |
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They never disappear down the slow road |
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For all of those people |
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Who bleed by the side |
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And split from their tongues |
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And sharpen their knives |
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They never will get a life now |
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They've got it so low |
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Repeat chorus |
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Cornfields and pig-tails and |
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Fish in the stream |
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The night that the boys stole |
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A billion dollar dream |
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From the high jinx school |
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For girls down the road |
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Stories are smoke trails |
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And some may be true |
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You're listening to me |
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But I'm talking to you |
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I hope you never fall from grace |
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If you get it so low |
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Repeat chorus (x2) |