I count the cases piled up high
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For the 1:15.
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For platform and for passerby
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It's the same routine.
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I'm ranting while I¡¯m raving,
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There's nothing here worth saving.
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Tell me now, what more do you need?
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Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
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Baby I've lost the will for fighting
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Over everything.
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Well there's a few things I gotta say
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And make no mistake, I'm mad¡¦
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'Cause every good thing I've had
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Abandoned me.
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All I want to do is hide.
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It's graduation day
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And everything I learned inside
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Didn't seem to pay.
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I've had my fill of palm trees
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And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.
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Tell me now, what more do you need?
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Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
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Baby I've lost the will for fighting
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Over everything
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And there's a few things I gotta say.
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Make no mistake, I'm mad.
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'Cause every good thing I had
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Abandoned me.
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A sad and lonesome me.
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I'm the walking wounded
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And I'd say it to your face
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But I can't find my place.
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So tell me now, what more do you need?
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Take me to Walter Reed tonight.
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Baby I've lost the will for fighting
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Over everything
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And there's a few things I gotta say.
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Make no mistake, I'm mad
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'Cause every good thing I had
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Abandoned me.
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A sad and lonesome me.
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A sad and lonesome me.
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A sad and lonesome me.
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Walter Reed
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Michael Penn |