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Someday there'll be nothin' more to say |
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When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils |
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Each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there |
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My body and soul and my car are not for sale |
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Some days are made of silent anticipation |
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Some days are just quarter-pumpin', cheap peepshows |
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Make-believe is all we have some of these days |
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Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way |
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The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town |
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Where barstools and dreamers and glasses all get refilled |
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Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers |
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And memories fighting gravity against the wall |
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Steam boat, fish light dancin' on the windows chill |
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The jukebox man never hits us with the latest |
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No, he just brushes the, the dust from the grooves |
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Of the songs we love |
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Drunk couple sayin,' "Baby no, no, you are no, you are no |
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You, you are the greatest" |
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Hellos and hornies, they're squared off toe to toe |
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Someday there'll be nothin' more to say |
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As life is seen as the dance of the seven veils |
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Each teaser reveal the beauty that was always already there |
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Body and soul and my car are not for sale |
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Body and soul and my car are not for sale |
