| Sing songs won’t you sing along into the back room
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| A thought alone in this world is just like me to disagree
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| Ever wonder why the animals so narrowly escape manic depression
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| Put it on my tab
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| If I paint the sky at the right time
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| And set it for your eyes to gaze upon
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| Honey will you see the lights
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| Will you hold my hand tonight
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| Last call for alcohol in the loneliest of avenues with no one I know
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| There’s a medicine for that
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| There’s a medicine for that
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| Down to earth on a mattress at a cheap motel
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| Counting dollar bills and pretending I know her well
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| There’s a medicine for that
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| There’s a medicine for that
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| Sing back the tunes we play
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| Transistor radios and old board games
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| I look at the computer and might cry
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| The fire spreads through the dry grass nearby
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| We bust grooves like the crippled mausoleum keepers
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| Wheelchair running from the grim reaper
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| Printing centerfolds from the school computer
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| From the school computer |