| They can make cars drive themselves
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| And prove time-travel ain’t crazy as hell
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| They’ve even got a pill to make a soft package hard
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| But as far as we’ve came
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| When it comes to love and to blame
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| And the breaking of a loved heart
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| I think we’re sorely lacking methods
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| So I’m going with old time-tested
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| A jukebox and a bar
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| One pushes me up the mountain
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| And one rolls me down the hill
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| While I sit in a phosphorescent dark
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| So you can keep your fancy potions
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| And your incandescent notions
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| As for me and my barely-beating heart
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| There’s no better prescription
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| For my broken disposition
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| Than a jukebox and a bar
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| We got pinpoint GPS
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| All you need is an address
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| But her love is the one thing I can’t find
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| Meanwhile no one has a clue
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| How to make her memory turn loose
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| So much for academic minds
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| One pushes me up the mountain
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| And one rolls me down the hill
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| While I sit here in a phosphorescent dark
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| So you can keep your fancy potions
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| And your incandescent notions
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| As for me and my barely-beating heart
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| There’s no better prescription
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| For the human condition
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| Than a jukebox and a bar
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| May look like music, booze, and beer
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| There’s a whole more goin' on in here
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| Than a jukebox and a bar |