| The dog days of August
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| And the feeling of being awake
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| Oh my god, my whole damn world’s
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| Hotel walls and mind decay
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| How come I never got used to
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| The feeling of sleeping in a cage
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| Two long driving, too damn hungry
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| Tied up hound but nothing stays
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| Never swam a river wider, wider
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| Couldn’t climb a building taller
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| Never seen a morning rising brighter
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| Never tasted sweeter cellar cider
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| Couldn’t hold a hammer stronger
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| Never had a need for shining china
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| I sit right where I used to
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| My desk chair in a corner in a haze
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| Oh my god, my whole damn world
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| Is smoked out pine in a sonic blaze
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| I still have direction
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| But I’m digging in my thoughts all day
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| I see the devil like I used to
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| I hear my rhythm out of phase
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| Never swam a river wider, wider
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| Couldn’t climb a building taller
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| Never seen a morning rising brighter
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| Never tasted sweeter cellar cider
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| Couldn’t hold a hammer stronger
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| Never had a need for shining china
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| Never swam a river wider, wider
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| Couldn’t climb a building taller
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| Never seen a morning rising brighter
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| Never tasted sweeter cellar cider
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| Couldn’t hold a hammer stronger
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| Never had a need for shining china |