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He didn't give you that nickname |
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But you smile when he calls you the Enola Gay |
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Turns the lights down low for your migraines |
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And fetches what you've strewn |
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All around the room up and down the hall |
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Asking for your Sodium Pentathol |
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So you can read aloud from your big tell-all |
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Anecdotes in platitudes |
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This world's mean getting meaner too |
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So why'd you have to make it all about you |
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There's no harm in stepping to the side |
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Light your hurricane lamp when the sky grows dark |
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The wind's pissed off and the sun's at large |
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What you've gotta do, it's just a matter of pride |
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Until you vanish like the rest, out of sight and out of mind |
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Working all day in the control room |
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Mashing Charles Manson songs up with Showtunes |
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The feelings come quick but they leave as soon |
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Like music from a passing car |
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It's crowded in the club where you meet your friends |
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Try to save some room for the elephant |
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Every day's a chore and you're not done yet |
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You didn't think it'd be this hard |
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The root's begun, we're a nervous crew |
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So why're you trying to make it all about you |
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It's not so bad, it's just a flash of light |
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Light your hurricane lamp when the sky goes dark |
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The rain's upset, it just falls apart |
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You will get your wish, it's just a matter of time |
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Until you vanish like the rest, out of sight and out of mind |
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Until you vanish like the rest, out of sight |