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She says the joys of life are lost among the living |
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So I guess all those souvenirs are for her health |
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She gives me quarters for the phone, and every time I feel alone |
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I go broke, yeah I go broke |
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She says if you're not here at least make sure you miss me |
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So when I miss her I make sure to let her know |
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It's the least that I could do, and sure I guess I like it too |
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I'm Mr. Charming, without the charming |
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I can hear the eyebrows raise when I start singing |
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'Cause the songs I sing are all about myself |
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You can read me like a book, I'm not as clever as I look |
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I've got a sneaking kind of selfish, that I keep up on the shelf |
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With jars of double-sided comments |
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For people who've done nothing wrong |
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Preparing for lights and always practicing my sha-na-nas |
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I will stand right next to giants, and roar beside the lions |
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Wondering, how is it so easy |
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For leaves amid the breeze |
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To blow from hometowns all around us |
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To hometowns where nobody lives |
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Just cities full of people |
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People making people |
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Making people for the masses |
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People we won't ever know |
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She says the point of this is not to date the future |
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So just focus on the task at hand |
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Try to break up with your pride |
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And start to flirt with satisfied |
