These hammers and strings
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Been following me around
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From a box filled garage
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To the dark punk rock clubs
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Of 1000 American towns
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And my friend calls me up
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She says, "how have you been?"
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I say, "dear I've been well,
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Yeah the money's coming
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But I miss you like hell.
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I still hear you in this
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Old piano, oh yeah."
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She says, "Andy, I know
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That we don't talk as much
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But I still hear your ghost
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In these old punk rock clubs
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Come on, write me a song
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Give me something to trust
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Just promise you won't let it be
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Just the keys that you touch."
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Give me something to believe in,
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A breath from the breathing
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So write it down,
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I don't think that I'll close my eyes
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'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
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So what's the point in sleeping?
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It's just that at night,
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I've got nowhere to hide
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So I write you a lullaby
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A lullaby
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These hammers and strings
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Been following me around
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Behind passenger vans
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Through the snow, dirt, and sands
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Of 1000 American towns
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And my friend calls me up
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With her heart heavy still
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She says, "Andy, the doctors
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Prescribed me the pills.
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But I know I'm not crazy.
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I just lost my will.
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So why am I, why am I
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Taking them still?"
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I need something to believe in
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A breath from the breathing
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So write it down,
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I don't think that I'll close my eyes
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'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
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So what's the point in sleeping?
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It's just that at night,
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I've got nowhere to hide
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To the sleepless, this is my reply:
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I will write you a lullaby,
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A lullaby.
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Give me something to believe in,
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So write it down,
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I don't think that I'll close my eyes
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'Cause lately I'm not dreaming
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So what's the point in sleeping?
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It's just that at night,
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I've got nowhere to hide
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To the speepless, this is my reply:
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I'll write you a lullaby
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A lullaby, a lullaby, a lullaby
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Hammer And Strings (A Lullaby)
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Jack's Mannequin |