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P.S. You Rock My World
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I was at a funeral the day I realized
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I wanted to spend my life with you
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Sitting down on the steps at the
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old post office
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The flag was flying at half-mast
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And I was thinkin' 'bout how
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everyone is dying
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And maybe it's time to live
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I don't know where we're going
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I don't know what we'll do
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Walked into the Thrif-tee
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Saw the man with the hollow eyes
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he didn't give me all my change
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But it didn't bother me this time
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'cause I know I've only got
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this moment
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And it's good
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I went to the gas station
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Old woman honked her horn
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Waiting for me to fix her car
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I don't know where we're going
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I don't know what we'll do
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Laying in bed tonight I was thinking
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and listening to all the dogs
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and the sirens and the shots
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And how a careful man tries
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to dodge the bullets
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While a happy man takes a walk
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And maybe it's time to live
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P.S. You Rock My World
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| The Eels |
