The polyester vest she wears at the arcade
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On a break from tearing tickets
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She spends it at this old pinball machine
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Saving up her money to pay her tuition
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"Got a little left over" she thinks
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So she puts it in the machine
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Cause she's got a high score to beat
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Hey Jane I got a little money
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Wanna spend it on a night away?
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We'll drive until tomorrow, Drive a mile for all our sorrows
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Hey Jane I know your hungry honey
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But I promise you that things will change
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Just don't let your life's income determine your life's outcome
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She had a good job that she traded for cocaine
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Everyday became the same
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And yesterdays were celebrated but forgotten so fast
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Cause everyone around her surrounds her in excess
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She's trying harder to convince herself
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That all her better days are in the past
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And that this paycheck's gonna last
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Hey Jane
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The Pink Spiders |