This is how it works
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It feels a little worse
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Than when we drove our hearse
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Right through that screaming crowd
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While laughing up a storm
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Until we were just bone
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Until it got so warm
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That none of us could sleep
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And all the styrofoam
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Began to melt away
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We tried to find some worms
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To aid in the decay
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But none of them were home
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Inside their catacomb
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A million ancient bees
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Began to sting our knees
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While we were on our knees
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Praying that disease
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Would leave the ones we love
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And never come again
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On the radio
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We heard November Rain
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That solo's really long
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But it's a pretty song
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We listened to it twice
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'Cause the DJ was asleep
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This is how it works
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You're young until you're not
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You love until you don't
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You try until you can't
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You laugh until you cry
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You cry until you laugh
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And everyone must breathe
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Until their dying breath
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No, this is how it works
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You peer inside yourself
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You take the things you like
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And try to love the things you took
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And then you take that love you made
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And stick it into some
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Someone else's heart
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Pumping someone else's blood
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And walking arm in arm
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You hope it don't get harmed
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But even if it does
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You'll just do it all again
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And on the radio
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You hear November Rain
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That solo's awful long
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But it's a good refrain
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You listen to it twice
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'Cause the DJ is asleep
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On the radio
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(oh oh oh)
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On the radio
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On the radio - uh oh
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On the radio - uh oh
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On the radio - uh oh
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On the radio
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On The Radio
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Regina Spektor |