| But you’re not thinking
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| Ride around without a sound
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| Restless boy in a restless town
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| And you commence to drinking
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| A bottle up, a bottle down
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| A bottle white, a bottle brown
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| Another day peels away
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| Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
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| Oooooh (do you really want another try?)
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| Part of the process
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| Is sifting through the piles of shit
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| That tell us you don’t mind a bit
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| From a different angle
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| Such power rarely deviates
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| In times of love, in times of hate
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| Another spring will come
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| Faithful friends all around you
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| Wonder why you feel so low
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| Look at me, if you really want to see
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| The comedy and the clown
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| Oooooh (what's the matter with the boy?)
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| Oooooh (has he really given up for sure?)
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| Here’s a new solution:
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| Be square and kind to all your friends
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| Stop staring through the bitter lens
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| Ancient institution
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| This learning not to demonstrate
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| Your asinine and callous traits
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| It could take some practice, I know
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| It could take some practice, I know |