| These hammers and strings
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| Been following been following me around
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| From a box filled garage
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| To the the dark punk rock clubs
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| Of 1000 American towns
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| And my friend calls me up She says how have you been?
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| I say Dear I’ve been well.
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| Yeah the money has been coming.
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| But i miss as hell
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| I still hear you in this old piano, yeah
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| She says Andy, I know
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| That we don’t talk as much
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| But i sill hear your ghost
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| In these old punk rock clubs
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| Come on write me a song
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| Give me something to trust
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| Just promise you wont let it be Just the keys you touch
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| Give me something to believe in A breath from breathing
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| So write it down
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| I don’t think I’ll close my eyes,
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| Cause lately I’ve not been dreaming
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| So whats the point in sleeping
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| It’s just that at night
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| I’ve got no where to hide
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| So I’ll write you a lullaby.
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| A lullaby
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| These hammer and strings
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| Been following me around
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| Behind passenger vans
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| To snow dirts and sands
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| Of 1000 American towns
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| And My friends calls me up With her heart heavy still
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| She says Andy the doctors
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| Prescribed me the pills
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| But i know I know I’m not crazy
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| I just lost my will
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| So why am I why am I taking them still?
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| Give me something to believe in A breath from breathing
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| So write it down
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| I don’t think I’ll close my eyes,
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| Cause lately I’ve not been dreaming
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| So whats the point in sleeping
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| It’s just that at night
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| I’ve got no where to hide
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| So I’ll write you a lullaby.
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| A lullaby
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| Give me something to believe in So write it down I don’t think I’ll close my eyes,
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| Cause lately I’m not dreaming
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| So whats the point sleeping
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| It’s just that at night
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| I’ve got no where to hide
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| To the sleepless this this is my reply
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| So I will write you a lullaby.
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| A lullaby
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| A lullaby
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| A lullaby |