(naydock/badlees)
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when the rain is sports arena loud
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in the evening of a self-inflicted day
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and you're contemplating sides that might collide
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the hemlock society and life insurance salesmen
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and you discover all your coupons are for things you hate
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and all your pennies are canadian and you curse that paperweight
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drown it all and leave it still
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you're a millionaire of words
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hand in hand as light as birds
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we'll go running up that hill
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when acquaintances drain your reservoir
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of cigarettes like bad construction
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and all your phone conversations slither
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into a sales pitch from the world of don lapre
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and the love from a close-as-sisters friendship
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up and dies like it too often does
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drown it all and leave it still
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you're a millionaire of words
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hand in hand as light as birds
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we'll go running up that hill
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the funeral directors' trade show crowd
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strangles parking so you drive a while
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past streets and neighborhoods and ghosts
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of incidents that now define you
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when the weight of expectation cracks
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cracks your countenance in the damnedest places
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drown it all and leave it still
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you're a millionaire of words
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hand in hand as light as birds
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we'll go running up that hill
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Running up that hill
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| The Badlees |
