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You have spoken |
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The photo's fading |
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And nothing is going right |
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A shooter's hand |
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To turn a cheek to |
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A cough in an empty room at night |
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Leaves are eyes |
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That look inside |
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A secret society |
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Here's victory now if |
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That's what you're into |
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Just take it away from me "May God strike me dead" she shouted from her bed |
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I said "Look at your mouth It's bleeding now and so all pours out Too easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you Is send me a postcard when you get there" |
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A monkey's tooth |
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A lukewarm bath |
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A stray dog out in the driveway |
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Here's Albany in a photo finish |
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Just wipe the dust away "May God strike me dead" she shouted from her bed |
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I said "Look at your mouth It's bleeding now and so all pours out Too easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you Is send me a postcard when you get there" |
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Yeah, when you get down there |
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Send me a postcard |
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Yeah, when you get down there |
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Wherfore art thou |
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Johnny Carson? |
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Retired and never coming back |
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A backroom basement |
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A sixty watt bulb |
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There's nothing that |
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I lack "May God strike me dead" she shouted from her bed |
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I said "Look at your mouth It's bleeding now and so all pours out Too easily you choose My version of the truth When all I ask of you Is send me a postcard when you get there" |
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Yeah, when you get down there |
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Send me a postcard |
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Yeah, when you get down there |
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Send to me a postcard from anywhere |
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Send to me a postcard from anywhere |
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Send to me a postcard from anywhere |
