| The radio’s on, the song they play
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| Can’t make no sense of what they say
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| I couldn’t tell you if I knew
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| Don’t understand most things I see
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| In the blue light of the TV
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| I couldn’t tell you what to do
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| Rita, it all just seems too much
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| And sometimes maybe not enough
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| My head is so, so filled up
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| And Rita, I guess I think too much
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| Or maybe sometimes not enough
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| My head is always so filled up
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| I hold the phone close to my ear
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| Can’t recognize the voice I hear
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| Couldn’t remember what they said
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| The newspaper stacks up on the step
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| I can’t believe how long I slept
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| Now why should I get out of bed
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| Rita, it all just seems too much
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| And sometimes maybe not enough
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| My head is so, so filled up
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| And Rita, I guess I think too much
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| Or maybe sometimes not enough
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| My head is always so filled up
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| There was a thing floating way up there
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| Was it a wish or another prayer
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| It was just stuck, stuck up in the air |