| Make a dent in the shovel
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| Run the mud through the sieve
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| Paste your hopes on a wind mill blade
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| And plant it up on the hill
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| A pencil sharpened with a putty knife
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| A pretty girl as a pretty nun
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| Maybe you wake and think this is great
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| I just want somewhere to run
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| The walls blend into ceilings, the faces disappear
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| Never enough time to think it out only time to forget i’m here
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| The bill is on the table but i’ve got no coins for pay
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| A beer half circle around her name. |
| what the hell did she say?
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| The wise are playing tetherball and the balls eyes look like mine
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| Rolling around on the end of the cord i can’t make up for down
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| A stream lined engine with a cog chipped out of the wheel
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| I remember a dirty joke or two but i can’t remember the feel
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| Too much time alone i spent, a miser with a nickel worn
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| Starving like a mother but i can’t let go
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| I’ll spit the hours 'cross the room and kick 'em out of the door
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| Hell, you can have them
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| Just another thing i’ve got no use for
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| And it’s funny that this comes out dark. |
| it’s not that bad
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| There’s still a sparkle of silver in my cavity that plays music in the winter
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| I’ve got a cardboard box of batteries hidden in a tire swing
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| A miners hat with a light on top and a handful of wedding rings |