The night of a thousand verses
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One thousand friends said have you heard
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What we expected
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We are all working late and
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Waiting to win a prize we don't deserve
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And live to collect it
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Can't you see I'm weary
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Maybe this news can wait
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The night of a thousand verses
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One thousand strivers strain to hear
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A voice that's left us
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And the magazines still have to sell us
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Twelve mastergeniuses a year
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It's all so shameless
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Can't you see I'm weary
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Maybe this news can wait
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Can't you see I'm blurry
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Maybe this news can wait
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Maybe there was a message in it
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I don't know where you hid it
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Maybe there was a piece that will fit
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I don't know where to fit it
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Tell me what kind of prize can you get
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Where you don't want to win it?
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Can't you see I'm weary
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Maybe this news can wait
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Can't you see I'm blurry
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Maybe this blues can wait.
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The Prize
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| Semisonic |
