| Feeling kind of weepy
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| I’ve been sleeping in weekly
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| Looking out a picture window
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| All my friends are out there
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| Acting like they don’t care
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| But I just don’t wanna go
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| Walking on the waterfront
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| And back for the summer
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| Can’t pin why I’m feeling so low
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| Later on that weekend
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| Went and saw a speaker
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| And he just barely showed
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Catastrophic evening
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| A lot of people weeping
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| But everyone’s a-speaking of course
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| People hanging from the ceiling
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| No I couldn’t shake the feeling
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| That I’d never had a better Fourth
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| Oh baby, take me dancing
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| Can’t remember when I last seen
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| Everybody moving back and forth
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| To the question I keep asking
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| Oh the answer just gets passed on the train
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| My mind back and forth
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way
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| Well there’s something in, something in the way |