You know what makes me happy
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The things that make you sad
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The feel that my control's absorbed by the radio jack
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I found my indecision
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The product of the media grime
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The feel that I'll control her if you press rewind
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And now I'm on the waves
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Hoping that you'll hear
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Don't bother to respond
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You love to hear me again
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And when the sun beams down I love your eyes
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Close, close, yeah close the light
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The sky's all grey in the barracks I know I'm a lousy hero
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The classic i can feel is that of a memory
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And you are peering down through periscopic eyes
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Close, close, yeah close (conscience)
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I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
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We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played
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And in the end of a season the voices turn it all off
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The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
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I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
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We'll drive the band to Shippensberg and hope that we get played
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Shippensberg
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| CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) |
