| A ceiling fan can’t make a man
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| Make a change in plans or give a fuck
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| I think I am the one that you want to see things through with
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| Rebel academics with delirious souls
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| Jeff Foxworthy in a serious role
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| We’re making resumes out of things we’d really rather not screw with
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| Things a ceiling fan ain’t had nuthin' to do with
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| Now the morning dawn is dripping in
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| The morning doves in song again
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| How could I have been so irresponsible with my time
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| Gossip stops at the top of the hill
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| Wage strike at the rumor mill
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| You ask me straight if I will love you, I say that I will try
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| The dawn is terminal with doves now
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| Their song sounds like a cover of mine
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| But it takes a long time for me, babe
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| Just to fake it in the light of day
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| There’s a styrofoam Big Gulp waiting on your gravestone
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| Say it to me kindly
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| You had the face of a whorehouse clock
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| When we learned that the case was a courthouse flop
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| The jury is erased with a swing of a wand
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| Earth ages in a cosmic mirror
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| It all seems like a lifetime sentence ago
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| A ceiling fan can’t make a man
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| Make him whole again or even half
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| I think I walk the path with which you’d like your path to blend
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| Broodmares immaculate defeat
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| Easter bunch at the O.T.B
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| Where you can lead a horse to the finish line but you but cannot make it win
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| The fridge is terminal with save the dates
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| From all my since-divorcee friends
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| The evening dusk is sinking in
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| The evening dust swept up again
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| The air conditioner hums and the doves they sing to the tune
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| Edibles and lipstick
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| Edibles and lipstick
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| Faded popes in an imitation triptych
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| All the thoughts you fit inside one room
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| You’ve unconsigned yourself and not a minute too soon
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| But it takes a long time for you
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| To learn to fake it in the nighttime too
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| There’s a styrofoam Big gulp waiting on your grave
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| You can see it when the light shines through
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| And it takes a long time for the message to break
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| You can feel it inside when the ceiling fan aches
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| The fury is erased with the swing of a wand
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| Earth ages in a cosmic mirror
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| It all seems like a lifetime sentence ago |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lifetime Sentence , by - State Champion. Song from the album Send Flowers, in the genre Инди