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I'm sick of the cynical |
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I'm sick of the fashion show |
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The vapid and overblown someone someone tells me I ought to know |
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I wouldn't stay around if the money let me linger on 'til the end of December |
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And waste another year like a minute, trying to forget, 'cause I remember my home |
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I left there with bitter words |
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I'll go back with cap in hand, and launder the bed I made, hurtful things said, and pick up where I began |
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The penny lost its shine |
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Dirty ankles on the promenade in rubber flip-flop sandals |
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Give me back the rags, the neurotic and the sweet lament, 'cause I can't handle it |
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I'm gonna take a lover |
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Gonna take her back to Somerville |
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Show her around the neighborhood, re-case the place and settle down |
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Gonna take a lover |
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Gonna take her back to Somerville |
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Don't care if she's pretty as we leave Suck City |