Dead in the water
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It's not a paid vacation
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The sons and daughters of city officials
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Attend demonstrations
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It's hardly a sink or swim
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When all is well if the ticket sells
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Out with? a wimper
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It's not a blaze of glory
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You look down from your temple
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As people endeavor to make it a story
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And chisel a marble word
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But all is lost if it's never heard
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But I've got someone to make reports
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That tell me how my money's spent
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To book? my stays and draw my blinds
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So I can't see what's really there
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And all I need's a great big congratulations
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I'll keep your dreams
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You pay attention for me
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As strange as it seems
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I'd rather dissolve than have you ignore me
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The ground may be moving fast
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But I tied my boots to a broken mast
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The difference is clear
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You throw it in your cauldron
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Rust and veneer, dusk and dawn
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Steinways and Baldwins
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You start with a simple stock of all the waste
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And salt to taste
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But damn my? luck and damn these friends
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That keep on combing back their smiles
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I save my grace with half-assed guilt
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And lay down the quilt upon the lawn
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Spread my arms and soak up congratulations
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Congratulations
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