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We'll correct collegiate mistakes |
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A shower of formal ideals completely soused |
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The heart's on our sleeves |
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As they drowned we could hear them screaming |
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"Oh, what a tragic way to see our final days." |
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I attempt to talk up the town |
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"The answers are in the arches of the 20th Century towers |
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And in comfortable cars in motion." And yet it still remains |
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This incessent refrain: |
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"You're just like the rest: Your restlessness makes you lazy." |
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Keeping busy is just wasting time |
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And I've wasted what little he gave me (all around) |
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I know the conscious choice was crystal clear |
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To clear the slate of former years |
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When I sang softly in your ear and tied these arms around you |
