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Assumed that you were not |
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Dislocated in thought |
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Assumed that you went blind |
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Or maybe just forgot |
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I'd rather not split hairs |
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You lock yourself upstairs |
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I'll sleep out in the hall |
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Believe that no one cares |
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There's pills out there for that |
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There's hooks to hang your hat |
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There's proverbs to absorb |
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But books just make you mad |
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I'm swinging without end |
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A thinly veiled plan |
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No hoses and no tanks |
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More grief than I can stand |
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No that's not even close |
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The holiest of hosts |
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Will stop to say goodbye |
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Here standing comatose |
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I'm late again |
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You all know where I've been |
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Unearth this monument |
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The shovels won't dig in |
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The photos in the hall |
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The lights are coming on |
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The door is being thrown |
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You wave a magic wand |
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But we're still stuck outside |
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With faces open wide |
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The violence comes in quick |
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We're swept up in the tide |
