In The Melody
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That night that you got on a plane to Los Angeles I turned back into the me that I was
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That guy that would go out to buy a new porno and come back with twenty...the pervert you love
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And as I drove I remembered that you made a tape
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For me to play if I ever had a lonely day
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I slipped it in and the Stereophonics came on singing about matches
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Well at least someone still believes in the melody
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I, I think that I've heard it already but I
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I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
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Someone still believes
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The sound of American radio's making me feel like I just killed my mom and my dad
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These pop songs are meant to be simple so people who make them we take them and break them in half
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But as I drove I remembered that you made a tape
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For me to play if I my ears were ever being raped
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I slipped it in and the Tragically Hip came on singing about matches
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Well at least someone still believes in the melody
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I, I think that I've heard it already but I
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I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
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Someone still believes
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WhhoooAAAAAAWhhooo
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Well at least someone still believes in the melody
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I, I think that I've heard it already but I
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I think that I must admit that as bad as it gets
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Someone still believes
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In The Melody
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