I walk like a burned out porn star
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With aching feet for a car
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My buddy had a baby with a girl named Star
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Makes me appreciate how the little things are
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But crossing a road isn't easily told
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To a young has-been centerfold
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Labelled the winner's episode
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Yeah, I'm really clean if you know what I mean
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Except for this reacurring dream
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Of losing total feeling
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While the windmill's squealing
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The windmill's squealing
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I paint to kill the dead saints
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I paint to make it clear
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My colors run in blue and gray
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But they give hope to someone dear
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM and lovesick
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With a walking pneumonia drumkick
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And this candle doens't have a wick
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But I'm really not that scared
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No, I'm not that scared
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I walk like a burned out porn star
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With aching feet for a car
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My buddy had a baby with a girl named star
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Makes me appreciate how the little things are
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Two A.m. Lovesick
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| Blue October |
