| I woke up this mornin' still wearin' that tie
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| The one with the hammer and sickle design
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| Threw up all the pills my doctor prescribed
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| And went out to fetch me some air
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| The streets were so crowded with billboards and signs
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| Food trucks double parked in their parallel lines
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| I thought about breakfast but settled on wine
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| Always choose hunger over despair
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| And what’s possible over what’s there
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| But it isn’t as though we get what we want
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| No matter how hard or long we have fought
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| Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
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| When I’m with her, I keep it in mind
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| Then she leaves and I’ve run out of time
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| I sat down today in a high barber’s chair
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| To hear the town gossip and clean up my hair
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| He said she was seen on the bus station stairs
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| With her suitcase threatenin' to walk
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| Not sure how true it was but I’ll hazard a guess
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| It’s probably not more and it’s probably not less
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| If that college kid bookie was accepting bets
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| The brackets would mostly be chalk
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| Yeah it’s safe to assume that she’s lost
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| But it isn’t as though we get what we want
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| No matter how hard or long we have fought
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| Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
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| When I’m with her, I keep it in mind
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| Then she’s gone and I’ve run out of time
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| I can’t be concerned with the state that I’m in
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| At the height of the scandal with vertigo spins
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| Take every audition till I’m Errol Flynn
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| And bring it to life off the page
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| And I’ll get up tomorrow still wearin' that tie
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| The one with the skull and the cross-bone designs
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| If I’m asked if I miss her, it’s easy to lie
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| In this world that’s called more of the same
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| Yeah I wouldn’t feel proud or ashamed
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| 'Cause it isn’t as though we get what we want
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| No matter how hard or long we have fought
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| Oh my happiness is a mere afterthought
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| When I’m with her, I keep it in mind
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| Then she leaves and I’ve run out of time |