(Glen Phillips and Toad)
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Take your cautionary tales
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And take your incremental gain
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And all the sycophantic games
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And throw 'em all away
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Burn your tv in your yard
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And gather 'round it with your friends
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And warm your hands upon the fire
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And start again
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Take the story you've been sold
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The lies that justify the pain
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The guilt that weighs upon your soul
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And throw 'em all away
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Tear up the calendar you bought
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And throw the pieces to the sky
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Confetti falling down like rain
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Like a parade to usher in your life
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Take the dreams that should've died
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The ones that kept you lying awake
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When you should've been all right
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And throw 'em all away
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With the time i waste on the life i never had
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I could've turned myself into a better man
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There is nothing you can buy
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And there is nothing you can save
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To fill the hole inside your heart
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So throw it all away
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Help me to empty this house
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The wool i've gathered all these days
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And thought i couldn't do without
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And throw it all away
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Throw It All Away
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Toad The Wet Sprocket |