| Drag the river with a comb that you just bought
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| For a dollar at the drugstore on the font
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| If you catch a body falling star falling star
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| Is it anybody 'cause those has-beens don’t fall far
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| Not like a comet shard not like a bullet shot at a passing car
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| Planned from the beginning from the very start
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| An arrow through the middle of the truest of hearts
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| That trick sent us into triple overtime and into sudden death
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| Certain inconsistencies saved us at the net
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| Like that gentle retardation that I never will forget
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| I won’t forget not like the time you let pass you by
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| Like a comet in the night with its tail shining bright
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| A poker in the face of a dream pursuing sight
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| Salt sugar water and grease
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| Run through the veins of the local police
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| Wide of the target and short of the mark
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| Like bears in the corner of a national park
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| They don’t bark like dogs
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| Or howl at the moon like a wolf in the fog
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| They never move too fast too far or too soon
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| The night you beat me up you said it wouldn’t last
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| And you thought it would sink into the past
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| But it never could and it never will
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| I drag the river and I feel it still
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| A candy coating on the bitterest pill but I taste it |