Cranes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some
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it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one
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while these seconds turn these minutes into hours of the day
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all these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away
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suffering jukebox such a sad machine
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your filled up with what other people need
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and they never seem to turn you up loud
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there are a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd
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suffering jukebox in a happy town
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you're over in the corner breaking down
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they always seem to keep you way down low
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the people in this town don't want to know
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well I guess all that mad misery must make it seem to true to you
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but money lights your world up, you're trapped what can you do?
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you got Tennessee tendencies and chemical dependancies
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you make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue
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suffering jukebox such a sad machine
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your filled up with what other people need
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hardship, damnation and guilt
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make you wonder why you were even built
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suffering jukebox in a happy town
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you're over in the corner breaking down
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they always seem to keep you way down low
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the people in this town don't want to know
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Suffering Jukebox
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| Silver Jews |
