Can¡¯t say that it's great to be back
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When all the lavender in my back yard is either dull or black
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Hole in the sky with my sun glasses on
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Guess the only conclusion is in song
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Someone¡¯s gone never knew they were there
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Hopeless with stuff like that, don¡¯t even know the smell of hair
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Trying to find a positive space
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Pick up receiver and someone¡¯s father says:
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"Can't you see you¡¯re nobody"
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Such a sickened anti-grace when there¡¯s always someone, or something stingin¡¯ you in the face
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Black comedies always going too far and this one¡¯s pushing me to burn this wretched guitar
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Straight to the city of folded arms I can¡¯t be bothered to siphon out it¡¯s charms
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Inanimate objects to communicate, strum up and down and it tells me that:
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"This is free, is it really, ¡®cause can¡¯t you see, you¡¯re nobody"
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You¡¯re nobody
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Return To The City Of Folded Arms
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| Bluebottle Kiss |
