| That’s the way you know the story goes
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| Between euphoria and the afterglow
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| I don’t believe in what the good book says
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| I close my eyes and then I go to bed
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| With funny memories and a broken nose
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| Lots of baggage and not much clothes
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| The shrink the gypsy the poet the priest
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| Everybody wants to be released
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| And I know time was gonna change us
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| So slow life would rearrange us
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| Lately it’s alright
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| Down here with me
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| People at midnight pretend their free
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| Maybe it’s all gone
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| I’m holding on
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| Ooh it ain’t so funny after all
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| Ooh it ain’t so funny after all we’ve been through
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| Ooh it ain’t so funny after all
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| That’s the way you know the story goes
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| A box of flowers decompose
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| And you and me you know we don’t talk much
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| It’s hard to handle something you can’t touch
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| And I know time was gonna change us
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| Lately it’s alright
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| Down here with me
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| People at midnight pretend their free
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| Maybe it’s all gone
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| I’m holding on
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| How was I to know
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| The future’s black as coal?
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| How was I to see if you were still with me?
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| Downliner
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| Down to the sea
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| Downliner
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| Down here with me
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| Downliner, etc. |