| She says the joys of life are lost among the living
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| So I guess all those souvenirs are for her health
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| She gives me quarters for the phone
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| And every time I feel alone I go broke
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| Yeah I go broke
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| She says if you’re not here at least make sure you miss me
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| So when I miss her I make sure to let her know
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| It’s the least that I could do
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| And sure I guess I like it too
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| I’m mister charming, without the charming
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| I can hear the eyebrows raise when I start singing
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| Cause the songs I sing are all about myself
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| You can read me like a book
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| I’m not as clever as I look
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| I’ve got a sneaky kind of selfish
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| That I keep up on the shelf
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| With jars of double-sided comments
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| For people who’ve done nothing wrong
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| Preparing for the lights
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| And always practicing my sha-na-na's
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| I will stand right next to giants
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| And roar beside the lions
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| Wondering how is it so easy
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| For leafs amid of the breeze to blow
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| From hometowns all around us
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| To hometowns where nobody lives
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| Just cities full of people
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| People making people
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| Making people for the masses
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| People we won’t ever know
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| She says the point of this is not to date the future
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| So just focus on the task at hand
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| Try to break up with your pride
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| And start to flirt with satisfied |