David Foster Wallace
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Song/Lyrics by: R. Egan
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Where we goin¡¯?
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Are we guessin¡¯?
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We find ourselves
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Right here again
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On a holiday.
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You¡¯re heavy swimmin'
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With a shark bite sinkin¡¯ in
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The television might
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Haunt my sleep tonight
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if I let it.
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You¡¯re eatin¡¯ roses
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Digesting beauty just because.
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Paid like a peasant
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Lost in love
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I got no money.
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Ahh where we goin¡¯?
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Cos I¡¯ve been wishin¡¯
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That chemically
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We¡¯d fall asleep
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And never wake
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For the open curtain dream.
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There ain¡¯t no show
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like the one I know
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get caught just listenin¡¯
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When I wake up
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I find it hard to walk away.
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Temptation is glowin¡¯
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Darlin we let it go
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Oh oh oh
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Too far to rewrite the wrong
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Put it down, little honey
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Get down.
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You think it¡¯s push and shove
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Round here
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I think you try too much.
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You gotta get your fix
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Where your ambition is
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Will only bring you down.
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We used to think (think)
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We had it all controlled.
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Up to our necks (necks)
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We¡¯re being sold.
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We used to think (think)
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Without a broken signal
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Lagging in the mud.
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What we go through
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Is no surprise
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I only fear where
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We¡¯re headin¡¯.
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No mystery
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No smoke screen
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Our demise
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Is the high
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we¡¯ll be gettin'.
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CHORUS
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David Foster Wallace
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| The Ugly Club |
