| Try not to think so much about
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| The truly staggering amount of oil that it takes to make a record
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| All the shipping, the vinyl, the cellophane lining, the high gloss
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| The tape and the gear
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| Try not to become too consumed
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| With what’s a criminal volume of oil that it takes to paint a portrait
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| The acrylic, the varnish, aluminum tubes filled with latex
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| The solvents and dye
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| Let’s just call this what it is
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| The gentler side of mankind’s death wish
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| When it’s my time to go
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| Gonna leave behind things that won’t decompose
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| Try not to dwell so much upon
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| How it won’t be so very long from now that they laugh at us for selling
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| A bunch of 15-year-olds made from dinosaur bones singing 'oh yeah'
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| Again and again
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| Right up to the end
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| Let’s just call this what it is
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| The gentler side of mankind’s death wish
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| When it’s my time to go
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| Gonna leave behind things that won’t decompose
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| I’ll just call this what it is
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| My vanity gone wild with my crisis
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| One day this all will repeat
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| I sure hope they make something useful out of me |