| You pin the medals to your chest
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| And settle down for a seven minutes rest
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| You dim the lights, administer the cure
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| You tried it several times, you’re still not sure
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| You take the first one for free
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| And pass it on to me, I don’t refuse
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| Baby, if you only knew
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| But I don’t think you do
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| You take the lines from ordinary books
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| You’re disappointed in the way she looks
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| You cut the circulation to your hand
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| And calculate the motion of the land
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| Then you fall back asleep
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| And wander down the street that losers use
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| Don’t say you feel the same way too
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| Honey, I don’t think you do
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| You cut the worms and bait them on the hooks
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| You cast a line towards the closest brooks
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| You meet the girl who says she knows the plan
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| You act impressed and say you understand
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| 'Cause you like to believe
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| That all that love is free for someone like you
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| You’ll never be lonely or get the blues
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| But darlin', it’s not true |