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Virtue is relative at best |
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There's nothing worse than a sunset |
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When you're driving due west |
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And i'm afraid that my love |
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Is gonna come up short |
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There is no there there |
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I guess i'm scared |
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Cuz i want to have good news to report |
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Every time i come up for air |
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Now i'm cruising through a chromakey blue sky |
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And i know that in an hour or three |
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The sun is gonna be in my eyes |
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And i know that sometimes all i can see |
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Is how i feel |
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Like the whole world is on the other side |
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Of a dirty windshield |
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And i'm tryin to see through the glare |
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Yes i'm struggling just to see what's there |
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The one person who really knows me best |
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Says i'm like a cat |
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Yeah the kind of cat that you just can't pick up |
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And throw into your lap |
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No, the kind that doesn't mind being held |
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Only when its her idea |
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Yeah, the kind that feels what she decides to feel |
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When she is good and ready to feel it |
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And now i am prowling through the backyard |
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And i am hiding under the car |
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I have gotten out of everything |
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Ive gotten into so far |
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I eat when i am hungry |
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And i travel alone |
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And just outside the glow of the house |
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Is where i feel most at home |
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But in the window you sometimes appear |
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And your music is faint in my ears |
