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MGMT - Congratulation |
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Dead in the water |
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It's not a paid vacation |
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The sons and daughters of city officials |
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Attend demonstrations |
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It's hardly a sink or swim |
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When all is well if the ticket sells |
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Out with a wimper |
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It's not a blaze of glory |
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You look down from your temple |
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As people endeavor to make it a story |
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And chisel a marble word |
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But all is lost if it's never heard |
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But I've got someone to make reports |
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That tell me how my money's spent |
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To book my stays and draw my blinds |
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So I can't tell what's really there |
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And all I need's a great big congratulations |
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I'll keep your dreams |
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You pay attention for me |
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As strange as it seems |
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I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me |
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The ground may be moving fast |
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But I tied my boots to a broken mast |
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The difference is clear |
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You throw it in your cauldron |
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Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn |
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Steinways and Baldwins |
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You start with a simple stock of all the waste |
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And salt to taste |
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But damn my luck and damn these friends |
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That keep on combing back their smiles |
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I save my grace with half-assed guilt |
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And lay down the quilt upon the lawn |
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Spread my arms and soak up congratulations |
