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There's a radio playing in stereo hi-fi |
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There's an unfit family who just keeps trying |
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There's a faceless crowd that screams with all of its might |
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She runs her hands through her hair |
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And she won't even listen |
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But if caught and cornered she'll admit that she misses him |
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It won't be close |
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It won't be outright |
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There's a fault in a plan |
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It caves with the level of commitment |
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And she will doubt his |
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And he will doubt hers |
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But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours |
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There's ghosts in machines and nothing will faze it |
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If you're asking me let's go back to basics |
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When no one cares what's on |
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TV They throw candy to the moths and the poor ones save it |
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Post a picture on the wall for all to rate it |
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I'm disgusted that failure stems from a poor level of commitment |
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And she will doubt his |
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And he will doubt hers |
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But life goes on even if eternity's behind four hours |
