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Nothin' ever changes; is that really your name? |
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What's it mean, what's the context, could you explain? |
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I don't mean to be an asshole, I don't mean to complain |
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But is that all we've given ya? |
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I see no point in turning all this worry to shame |
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There ain't no need to point the finger; I got no one else to blame |
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Talk of secession has never been so plain |
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But is that all that we've said here? |
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The kids are on fire; I'm just sat back tendin' the flames |
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And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain |
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Big-time intuition in a tiny little brain |
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Spoutin' out thoughts about doubts and jealousy and pain |
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Open-ended questions and the ones they contain |
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Did it all go to hell in a day, kid? |
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Consider this my condition |
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On the ashes of the funerary pyre |
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Would you still have me surrender my lyre? |
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I'm only askin' 'cause it seems like you wanna say |
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That we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain |
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Consider this my audition |
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For that little jazz combo in the sky |
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If I'm not there yet, I'll tell you why |
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I'm too busy defiling the American songbook's name |
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And we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain |
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Yeah, we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain |
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Yeah, we're just circlin' 'round the critical drain |