| Go for a lunch hour stroll
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| Why should you wind your way through Coca-Cola cabs
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| When you can jump your own shadow on Burnside Avenue?
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| I know you wish you’d stayed home
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| Now for the fourteenth time you are that kid
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| In backseats that blur under an angry moon
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| But the center cannont hold, that you cling to
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| You don’t need to look for trouble
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| Trouble will find its way to you
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| But when there’s nine thousand neckties in a swarm all around you
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| Lunch-counter girls are always so put on
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| Don’t deconstruct the megadome it’s inside you
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| Polaroids can’t stand up when they’re own
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| Ask me again if I can do you a favor
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| As the snow and the window get some business done
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| Your neighbor, who wishes you would stop getting locked out
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| It’s all grist for your decay mill
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| So let the backlash begin
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| You would always say gray lightning was your only friend
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| The bleachers are empty the sky is an impossible blue
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| But I don’t need to argue anymore
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| So I let you hack away
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| Until you decide you prefer the forest floor
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| But the center cannont hold
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| The center cannont hold
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| You don’t need to look for trouble
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| Troble will find its way to you |