Mrs. Carver says she's sorry
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She knows enough not to worry
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But what does she know about crime?
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Believes the town is sinking
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The price of forward thinking
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You stay up all night half the time
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Racking your mind
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Alone in the night
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While all your neighbors sleep tight
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Years ago she lost her daughter
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Off to a sacred order
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Where they got stoned and worked the earth
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Clears up her head with bourbon
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Cause beer is so suburban
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And declasse for what it's worth
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She drinks it down down down
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For all the old old days
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She's thinking of it now
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It's nice to get away
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But what a fine day for a parade
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She stays up mending curtains
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Until her fingers hurt, and
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You can get so bored of it all
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No one can say for certain
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She'll never safely know when
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An asteroid will kill us all
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She drinks it down down down
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For all the old old days
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She's thinking of it now
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It's nice to get away
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But what a fine day for a parade
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A Fine Day For A Parade
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
