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Well you never did like the way the road stretched out |
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Never knowing where all these oily black threads are tied |
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Under the lights of a spaceship landed |
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On the ice of a curve unsanded |
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There's a clover leaf |
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That'll wreck your life |
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And everybody lives in a knot |
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Everybody lives in a knot |
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Everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got |
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Everybody lives in a knot |
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Everybody lives in a knot |
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Everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got |
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It was never better |
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It was never any better |
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But a nation is not soothed |
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When they tell her |
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And the doctors all look shocked |
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But everybody grows up weened on some sick late century dream |
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Or the happy face on a shirt smiling "shop till you drop," yeah |
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Everybody lives in a knot |
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Everybody lives in a knot |
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Everybody's trying to make space around what they think they've got |
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Everybody's trying to hold on to a dream even as they watch it rot |
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Ta da da da... |
