| There’s a light bulb danglin' from string
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| It’s slowly swayin' up over my head now
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| As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
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| And wait for my headache to numb
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| And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighin'
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| And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
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| As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
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| And I wait for my eyesight to fade
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| So, so, so
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| It’s so damn slow
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| So, so, so
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| It’s so damn slow
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| And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
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| And the old folks circle their graves
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| And the young ones are busy destroyin' their names
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| And you’re still just wastin' away
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| I sit and watch the screen for a message
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| Some kinda sign that says we’re OK
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| But the screen stays blank 'till I turn the thing off
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| And wait for my conscience to break
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| So, so, so
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| It’s so damn slow
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| So, so, so
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| It’s so damn slow
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| I hope you’re learnin' to listen
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| And I hope you’re learnin' to stay
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| And I hope you find what you’re missin'
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| And I hope that you’re makin' your way
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| But I’m a headcase if I don’t keep movin'
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| And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
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| It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratchin'
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| It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill
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| So
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| Ooo-o-oo, oo
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| Ooo-oo, oo
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| Ooo-o-oo, oo
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| Ooo-oo, oo |