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While we're on the subject |
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Could we change the subject now? |
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I was knocking on your ears |
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Don't worry you were always out |
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Looking towards the future |
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We were begging for the past |
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Well, we know we had the good things |
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But those never seemed to last |
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Oh, please just last |
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Everyone's unhappy |
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Everyone's ashamed |
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Well, we all just got caught looking |
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At somebody else's page |
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Well, nothing ever went |
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Quite exactly as we planned |
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Our ideas held no water |
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But we used them like a dam |
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Oh, and we carried it all so well |
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As if we got a new position |
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Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell |
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Saying yes, this is a fine promotion |
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Oh, and I laugh all the way to hell |
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Of course everyone goes crazy |
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Over such and such and such |
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We made ourselves a pillar |
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We just used it as a crutch |
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We were certainly uncertain |
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At least I'm pretty sure I am |
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Well, we didn't need the water |
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But we just built that good god damn |
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Oh, and I know this of myself |
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I assume as much for other people |
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Oh, and I know this of myself |
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We've listened more to life's end gong |
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Than the sound of life's sweet bells |
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Was it ever worth it? |
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Was there all that much to gain? |
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Well, we knew we'd missed the boat |
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And we'd already missed the plane |
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We didn't read the invite |
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We just danced at our own wake |
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All our favorites were playing |
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So we could shake, shake, shake, shake, shake |
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Tiny curtains open |
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And we heard the tiny clap of little hands |
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A tiny man would tell a little joke |
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And get a tiny laugh from all the folks |
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Sitting, drifting around in bubbles |
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And thinking it was us that carried them |
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When we finally got it figured out |
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That we had truly missed the boat |
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Oh, and we carried it all so well |
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As if we got a new position |
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Oh, and we owned all the tools ourselves |
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Without the skills to make a shelf with |
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Oh, what useless tools ourselves |
