| chase and sanborn met
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| bumming cigarettes from the bums
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| that they met
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| in the downtown streets of the city,
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| in the downtown streets of the city.
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| girls and coffee tasting,
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| watching movies and wasting time,
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| we could recite every line from 'plain clothes' and 'out of sight'
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| a young arlis howard could make you feel alright.
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| but those maxwell house dreams won’t
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| hold you up when the caffeine folds
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| in the blood of your heart, and you know its true.
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| trying hard to ensure
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| the dregs of your cup aren’t too plebian,
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| cause those mechanical eyes tell unreliable lies
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| when they’re judging the human heart.
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| oh! |
| sister’s mary’s room,
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| oh! |
| the physical duplicates,
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| oh! |
| my reds and greens,
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| and what it’s like to be a bat.
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| but those maxwell house dreams won’t
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| hold you up when your friendships fold
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| and you’re left alone.
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| sanborn says the taste has changed,
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| but chase still says it tastes the same, just his tastes in friends has changed
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| and he could never feel the same.
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| but we’ll always have those better times,
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| we’ll always have those better times |
| with young arlis howard,
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| in the downtown streets of the city,
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| in the downtown streets of the city. |