The things you love don't give us too much hope
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When you've lost your appetite and you're sick and tired
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Maybe what you need is some food for your eyes
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To make them rise
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Don't tell me how to tell the truth
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You're like a store that only sells guns and knives
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Tell me how to make something beautiful
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Flash before your eyes
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Let them make you rise
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It only costs a buck for three tries
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Though money never buys enough of anything
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And I'm a moving target trying to shake some lead
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From your eyes
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Let them make you rise
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Rise
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| American Music Club |
