Here in this town they have all got the blues
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As the paperboy takes off without any news
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Angels have wings you can feel free to use
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The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
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And I'm yelling and screaming cause
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Baby you're driving me crazy
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So life on your own has been vacant and cold
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Everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old
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Career opportunities, they all have been sold
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Along with your body, and most of your soul
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And I'm yelling and screaming cause
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Baby you're driving me crazy
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If I could spare more remorse
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From my emptied out pores
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I would maybe
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Cause the fog's getting thicker
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And the world's spinning fast
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The chaos is building
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It's going to last
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And it's so hard to see
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And you're so hard to find
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They're days when I think I am losing my mind
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So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
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Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
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Realists are frowning, they think you're obscene
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As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
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And I'm yelling and screaming cause
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Baby you're driving me crazy
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If I could spare more remorse
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From my emptied out pores
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I would maybe
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Cause the fog's getting thicker
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And the world's spinning fast
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The chaos is building
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It's going to last
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And it's so hard to see
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And you're so hard to find
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They're days when I think I am losing my mind
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And we yell
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And we scream
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As the fog's getting thicker
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the world's spinning fast
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The chaos is building
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It's going to last
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And it's so hard to see
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And you're so hard to find
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They're days when I think I am losing my mind
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And the fog's getting thicker
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the world's spinning fast
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The chaos is building
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It's going to last
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And it's so hard to see
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And you're so hard to find
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There's days when I think I am losing my mind
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The Fog
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| Kara's Flowers |
