She likes to sleep with the radio on
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So she can dream of her favorite song
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The one that no one has ever sung since she was small
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She'll never know that she made it up
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She had a soul and we ate it up
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Thrown away like a paper cup
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The music falls
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The only flaw in her detailed plan
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Is where she wins back the love of her man
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Everyone knows that he's never coming back
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He took her heart and she took his name
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He couldn't stand taking all the blame
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He left her only with guilt and shame and then she cracked
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Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
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Of all these demons haunting us
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To keep us company
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In the dream I refuse to have
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She falls asleep in a lukewarm bath
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We're left to deal with the aftermath again
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On behalf of humanity
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I will fight for your sanity
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How profound such profanity can be
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Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
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Of all these demons haunting us
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To keep us company
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Won't it be odd to be happy like we
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Always thought we're supposed to feel
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But never seem to be
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Near where I live there's a viaduct
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Where people jump when they're out of luck
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Raining down on the cars and trucks below
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They've put a net there to catch their fall
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Like it'll stop anyone at all
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What they don't know is when nature calls, you go
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They say that Jesus and mental health
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Are just for those who can help themselves
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But what good is that when you live in hell on earth?
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From the very fear that makes you want to die
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Is just the same as what keeps you alive
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It's way more trouble than some suicide is worth
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Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves
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Of all these demons haunting us
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To keep us company
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Won't it be odd to be happy like we
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Always thought we're supposed to feel
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But never seem to be
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Hard to admit I fought the war on drugs
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My hands were tied and the phone was bugged
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Another died and the world just shrugged it off
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War On Drugs
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| Barenaked Ladies |
