It's fifty degrees in December and the heat in my house is always broke
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So it feels about twenty-five colder and I can't feel my fingers and toes.
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I miss the G train with a passion that used to be reserved for hate.
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Am I getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today?
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I know that I'm getting bored.
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Real bored with myself.
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It was six o' clock with friends in Boston and I'm diggin' the winter's first snow.
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Now it's midnight, I'm drinking Blue Ribbons and I'm already sick of the cold.
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The bartended skipped my Tom Waits songs.
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It's Wham! now. I wanna "go go."
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Let's live like elephants
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Stomping on sycophants
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Paws in a polygraph
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Not favor loneliness
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Over companionship
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Let's not be jealous.
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Let's give the pretentious a cure and not just a name.
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'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
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I'm really more than just quite a bit bored of myself.
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'Cause I'm getting too carried away with the bullshit of leaving today.
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I didn't wanna be this damn unsure of myself.
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But it never seems to get warmer.
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No matter how far south you go.
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It'll get too hot in the summer
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And the sweat'll soak right through your clothes.
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And you'll feel self-conscious and awkward
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And the feeling stays with you all day
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Until you go and put on a new t-shirt and throw that old one away.
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Get Warmer
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Bomb The Music Industry! |