| We saw the western coast
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| I saw the hospital
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| Nursed the shoreline like a wound
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| Reports of lover’s tryst
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| Were neither clear nor descript
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| We kept it safe and slow
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| The quiet things that no one ever knows
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| So keep the blood in your head
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| And keep your feet on the ground
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| If today’s the day it gets tired
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| Today’s the day we drop out
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| Gave up my body and bed
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| All for an empty hotel
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| Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
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| I contemplate the day we wed
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| Your friends are boring me to death
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| Your veil is ruined in the rain
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| By then it’s you I can do without
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| There’s nothing new to talk about
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| And though our kids are blessed
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| Their parents let them shoulder all the blame
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| So keep the blood in your head
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| And keep your feet on the ground
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| If today’s the day it gets tired
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| Today’s the day we drop out
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| Gave up my body and bed
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| All for an empty hotel
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| Wasting words on lower cases and capitals
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| I lie for only you
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| And I lie well…
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| Hallelu…
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| So keep the blood in your head
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| And keep your feet on the ground
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| Today’s the day it gets tired
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| Today’s the day we drop out
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| Gave up my body and bed
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| All for an empty hotel
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| Wasting words on lower cases and capitals |