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Blue sky us holding down |
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There's no why |
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Only the sound of happy TV land |
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Cue the canned applause |
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Sidewalk fall through the cracks to China |
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Never get back |
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I'm nothing in these blues and laceless Velcro shoes |
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There used to be a reason why |
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We wrote the words across the sky |
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You and I will never die without a fight |
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My suburban muse |
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Green grass towering high |
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This white house, in it we'll die |
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A thousand tiny lies take the place of you |
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I've seen it too |
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In all the things you do |
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It lives inside of you |
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A parasite or two |
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I'm the king of ordinary things |
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They're killing me from inside out |
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I'll give it away |
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Between the cars on dusty streets |
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The cul de sac is where we meet |
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I crunch the leaves beneath my feet and curse this town |
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My suburban muse |
