| It was a nothing Sunday night
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| It was a nowhere Sunday day
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| We had to feed our appetite
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| You said «let's go on out and play»
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| «So get your body ready»
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| We got to where we had to go
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| We got to what we had to see
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| They all knew you more that just hero
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| But no one talked to me at all
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| Not a word was spoken
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| Obsolete as get well at a wake
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| Me and my dejected, trouser snake
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| You’d think by now I’d be getting it
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| You’d think by now I’m understading it
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| Think by now…
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| Hey that’s me here (I know that you can see me)
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| I disappear (I know that you can hear me)
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| And that’s me there, and no one cares
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| Why don’t you care?
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| And so I sank into the smoke
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| And so I bellied to the bar
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| I had to recapitulate the story
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| As it was so far to the bored bartender
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| Obsolete as thirty three one third
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| Same old song and tired of all the words
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| Think by now I’d be getting it
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| Think by now I’m understanding it
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| Think by now…
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| Hey that’s me here (I know that you can see me)
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| I disappear (I know that you can hear me)
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| And that’s me there, and no one cares
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| Why don’t you care? |