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One more set, baby, you'll survive |
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Just play guitar, don't look them in the eye |
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They're all here to see you tonight |
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Such expectations impress the writers |
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All boy band, all boy attitude |
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Break your bass will get them in the mood |
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If you want I will sing for you |
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"Anything girl, anything girl" |
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When every mouth that sings complains and honesty can be replaced |
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There are sadder things to say |
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I guess it's true I look for it |
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A tragedy that's gonna fit the chorus that I need more than anything |
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Is it happiness is so impossible that you can't touch it even when it's close to you? |
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Or is it emptiness is still so probable that you're scared to even reach for it? |
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You can't pretend? Is that what this is about? |
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The feeling's gone, but the album just came out |
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And even though there is no meaning now, I can't stop singing |
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Can't stop singing |
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Well, here's the book I stole it from all repeated and tired-tongued |
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There is still nothing to say |
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But I can say with confidence there are a hundred bands that sound like us |
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But that's not important and it never was |
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It's the feeling that creeps in when it is late |
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And you pull the van to the side of the interstate |
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And you lay on the roof, the stars hang above |
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And you wonder what they'd look like if you were in love |
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Well, tonight I am ecstatic with the sounds of the amplifiers |
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Filling up the emptiness with distortion |
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I can tell the kid has been crying, he puts his mouth on a pacifier |
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A microphone, a memory, an emotion |
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Are those people at the bar, they look more like statues |
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Expressionless, they listen to the first band |
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I'm looking for a payphone, a familiar voice |
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I need someone who understands |
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That this isn't how I wanted it to be |
