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I gotta lotta people telling me |
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I smell like the dead |
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Apparently they cannot see that |
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I'm already walkin' 'round without a head. |
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I've got a problem with the object of the ongoing game |
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Set the self upon the shelf |
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And drag your shell through the day. [Chorus] |
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But look at all the stars |
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We've come so far |
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Even if we don't know where we are. |
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It's gotta be somewhere great, |
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Or am I just too tired to wink? |
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I seen a thousand towns without and ounce of hot irony |
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It leaves me begging for aesthetics |
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Please offend someone sweet in front of me |
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I'm sloughin' brains (I'm sloughin' brains) |
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I'm sloughin' brain cells every day |
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Smearing the globe, my lobe frontally frayed. [Chorus] |
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But look at all the stars |
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We've come so far |
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Even if we don't know where we are. |
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It's gotta be somewhere great |
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Man, I don't even know what you're sayin' |
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But I can't wait |
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For more of this to come my way ' |
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Cause you take what you get |
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And you try not to think |
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Or am I just too tired to wink? |
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I stored a cyclops for a week with hard-tack in the clink |
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If ever he would bat a lid |
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I thought it was a wink |
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But the world is flush with monocular mush and dingbats to despise |
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You find they're not thinking, just narrowly blinking, |
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But never quite cleaning their eyes. [Repeat Chorus] |
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We've come so far |
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Even if we don't know where we are. |
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It's gotta be somewhere great |
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Or am I just too tired, |
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Or am I just too tired to wink? |
