| Now you sit there thinking, feeling insecure
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| The mocking court jester claims there is no proven cure
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| Go back to your chamber, your eyes upon the wall
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| 'Cause you got no one to listen, you got no one to call
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| And you think I’m curious
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| Drifting, drowning in a purple sea of doubt
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| You wanna hear she loves you
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| But the words don’t fit the mouth
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| You’re a loser, a rebel, a cause, without
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| But don’t think me callous
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| Dancing Rosemary, disappearing sister Ruth
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| It’s just your yellow appetite
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| That has you choking on the truth
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| You gave in, you gave out, outlive your dreams of youth
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| And I can’t get jealous
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| So go on, you’ll continue with your nose so open wide
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| Knocking on the door that says «Hurry, come inside»
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| But don’t bother to buy insurance
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| 'Cause you’ve already died
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| And you can’t be serious
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| I saw my reflection in my father’s final tears
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| The wind was slowly melting, San Francisco disappears
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| Acid heads, unmade beds, and you Woodward world queers
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| I know you’re lonely
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| I know you’re lonely
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| I know you’re lonely
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| I know you’re lonely
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| I know you’re lonely
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| Thanks for your time
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| And you can thank me for mine
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| And after that’s said
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| Forget it
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| Bag it, man
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| (Okay) |