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Out in the cold like a bundle of coal |
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Little packets of darkness wanting to glow |
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Well, there's nobody home and there's a wreck in the yard |
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Well, maybe they're coming back if we wish really hard |
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If we wish real hard now |
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Won't somebody please come up with something? |
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'Cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working |
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And all of the rest are really down in the ratings |
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So everyone is gonna keep on waiting |
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Waiting for peace at the end of the street |
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Back behind our apartment and in passenger seats |
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Just a moment of bliss amid all of the waste |
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The despair and oblivion of our precarious race |
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It's ours to face now |
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Won't somebody please come up with something? |
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'Cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working |
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And all of the rest are really down in the ratings |
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So everyone is gonna keep on waiting |
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Now I know nothing lasts forever |
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So we might as well wish for a goddamn fix |
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Of this toxic changing weather |
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Now tell me, won't somebody please come up with something? |
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'Cause Jesus just don't seem to be impartially working |
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And all of the others can barely stay in the running |
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But everyone is still right here waiting |
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Won't somebody please come up with something? |
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Won't somebody please come up with something? |
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Won't somebody please? |
