This song
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is not about romance, I am
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not fading out to sunset.
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Pretend
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there's no symbolism in
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the wine soaking in the carpet.
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First verse
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and the line was rehearsed,
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"things get better before they're worse."
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It's all wrong
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with the clothes on the lawn,
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I'm asleep with the strobe light on.
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This is why we can't have nice things,
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we can't have nice things.
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Tonight
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I'm thinking in numbers,
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making lists, bullet points, either/or.
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After
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the bridge and the solo are we
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no better off than before?
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Three drinks
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and the radio sings,
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"I want you to show me the way."
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You ask
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why we can't have nice things and I
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have nothing nice to say.
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This is why we can't have nice things,
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we can't have nice things.
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This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things
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| So Many Dynamos |
