Turn it down.
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Start it over.
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A loan is such an ugly gain.
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Pay it back.
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Pay forward.
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Nothing means nothing to me.
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So they went down to the station. They went lookin for a rhyme.
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They were runnin out of ink, they were runnin out of time.
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Yeah.
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And with the color of the whistle, with the sounding of the smoke,
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I repeat it in a picture. I repeat it in a joke.
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Yeah.
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Yeah.
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Loud clothes, quiet earrings.
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Black lights,white shadows.
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A bone and a key.
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Old flames and ex-widows,
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Someone's been done to me.
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So they believe that their conductor is the leader of the pack.
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Killing time and tune conducting and a never lookin back.
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Yeah.
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And the table had to chase it. And the time hopped the back.
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And a thanks to cut the cable. And they're runnin out of tracks.
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Yeah.
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Yeah.
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So they kiss the farmers daughters with their pockets full of gold.
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And they draw the shades and lockets on the corner of the window.
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In a can under the kitchen in an unmarked grave.
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They're uncovering the old.
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Uncovering the Old
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| Dr. Dog |
