Pain works on a sliding scale
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So does pleasure in a candy jail
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True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale
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I came all this way to see your grave
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To see your life as written paraphrased
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I have tried be it is written in the furnace of affliction
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This is what you couldnĄŻt face
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Life in a candy jail
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Peppermint bars
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Peanut brittle bunk beds and marshmallow walls
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Where the guards are gracious
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And the grounds are grand
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And the warden keeps the data on your favorite brands
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Jelly beans and cookie dough
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Country restroom on a radio
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I got a number on my name
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ItĄŻs hard to rise above the shame
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IĄŻm a branded man made in the mold
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These terms engulf the waking mind.
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Like cherry, grape and lemon-lime
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Like candy corn and licorice
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Like bubble gum and Swedish fish
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It happens to me all the time
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Living in a candy jail
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With peppermint bars
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Peanut brittle bunk beds
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And marshmallow walls
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Where the guards are gracious
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And the grounds are grand
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And the warden really listens
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And he understands
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Candy Jail
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| Silver Jews |
