got this feeling that today doesn't like me
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oh, the air tastes like flowers and paint.
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there's a sink full of bottles and cutlery
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and the car has got a list of complaints.
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i just wish i were a toothbrush or a solder gun
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make me something somebody can use.
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we can wish on the pop of a lightbulb
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or those photos lying yellowed and curled.
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lose some boxes near abandoned electronics
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in the corners of the basements of the world.
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guess our wishes don't do dishes or brake repairs
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make them something somebody can use.
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got a face full of ominous weather
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smirking smile of a high pressure ridge
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got more faults than the state of california
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and the heart is a badly built bridge
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seems the most i have to offer
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doesn't offer much
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make it something somebody can use.
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make this
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something somebody
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can use.
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