All of my days have been misspent
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Stuffing out the sofa and the antenna's bent
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Inside my heart's bustin' out at the seams
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I work for the impossible American dream
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I got a job at the grocery store
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A few bucks an hour and not much more
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The world comes in just to take things away
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And eat it all up and then they sleep into day
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I try not to care I would lose my mind
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Running 'round the same thing time after time
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Only two things bound to soothe my soul cold beer and remote control
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Once upon a time I was nobody's fool
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Two jobs and showing up for school
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I guess it comes apart so little by little
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You don't know you're there till you're stuck in the middle
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So I try not care I would lose my mind
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Running 'round the same thing time after time
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Only two things bound to soothe my soul cold beer and remote control
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Sit down the room is dark the blurry graffiti on the benches across at the public park
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The plastic's black and buttoned the haze is blue
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And all I want is nothing to do
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'Cause it's a long walk to the bus stop
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It's a long wait for the turning clock
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A two-tired car sitting up on the blocks
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And things I put aside like that pile of rocks
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I try not to care I would lose my mind
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Running 'round the same thing time after time
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Only two things bound to soothe my soul cold beer and remote control
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I try not to care I would lose my mind
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Running 'round the same thing time after time
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Only two things bound to soothe my soul
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Cold beer and remote control
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Cold Beer And Remote Control
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| Indigo Girls |
