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Numbers turn to money, |
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Ain't it funny how it built |
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To spend the whole of our lives running on the crunch and on assumption |
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There's reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives, |
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As long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives, |
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Stuck with no direction seeking everyone's attention |
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Or for his or her's affection |
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Fall out of cover and collection |
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No viagra, no erection, |
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No issurance, no protection, |
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And no cure and no prevention |
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Did you ever think to mention |
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The smaller house the smaller town |
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Where |
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does the rounds |
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Giant fish in tiny ponds |
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Where nothings really going on |
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And everyone knows everyone |
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And everybody's "goings on" |
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And everyone wants everyone to try to ** to get along |
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A-N-X-I-E-T-Y |
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The booze will cut you loose if even for a day or two or three |
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Or four or five or six or ten, |
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You'll never be the same again |
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And people won't remember you |
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Your children and your children's dues |
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We'll hope in gods |
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And place to dig the hole for their remains |
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A-N-X-I-E-T-Y |
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Do I feel so (name) and so uptight |
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A-N-X-I-E-T-Y |
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Do I feel you so (name) and so uptight |
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I hope I sleep tonight |
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So then you change the channel, turn the cheek and look the other way |
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Your life now on hiatus, checks the status of your friend's new status |
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Tell them all about those bangs |
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Tell them all, and to be frank, tell them all those people died, |
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Let's see what's on the other side |
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And no one cares cause no one minds |
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Cause everybody's filled their time with everything that's going on |
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And on and on and on and on |
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And on until the end of times |
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Growing up and getting older |
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Just another culture vulture |
