Listening, listening
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and every hand is framed
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that gang of hours
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still call themselves a day.
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call it shades and subtleties,
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enraged, grey generalities, whatever
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'cause I'll still call it plain
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I'd like to get enough to get by
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string along and wave goodbye
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a train will lull any soul to sleep.
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you'll wake to find you're still alone
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with every lie you know.
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come with me and waste another hour.
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Enough To Get By
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| Deep Blue Something |
