Hey Mr. Postman, quit bringing me lemons. There's far more than I can use.
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They're tumbling out of my closet. Rolling from under my bed.
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When I'm running through ladders. Just saw a black cat.
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It crossed my path. Its scratch is deep. Irritating.
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I've had a run in with the world. Because I wasn't paying attention.
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I relax better with a drug. Worry is better left alone.
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All I want to do is sleep, but the ceiling won't let me.
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One day I'll sing "Hurrah Hurrah".
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No clue what I'll do after that. You can steal all the thunder.
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I'll hand over the lightening.
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Just leave a little howling wind, but you're not taking the rain.
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It's a sound that I find soothing. What do you say about that?
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It turns gray into total darkness and it brings out the rats.
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I'm at a run in with the word. Because I wasn't paying attention.
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I've shot better with a sword. A bite left better as a bark.
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All I wanna do is bleed, but the tourniquet won't let me.
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One day I'll sing "Hurrah Hurrah". No clue what I'll do after that.
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With The Transit Coat On
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| None More Black |
