Had we never come across the vastness of pavement
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The barrenness of waves and the grayness of the sea
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Never lost or ne'er been misguided
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We'd have ne'er reached seas so shining
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Or come from out of a hansom in Camden
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To a bar in the basement
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While all the while it rained
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Or come around to the friendliest of faces
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Handsomest in ugly places
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Or come from out of the tunnels we dig in
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To see that tunneling's not living
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And working doesn't work
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Or come to find that loving is labor
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Labor's life and life's forever
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Or come to see that keeping's not giving
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You get what you've given
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You get what you deserve
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And in the midst of all of the action
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Maybe only there found satisfaction
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Chasing sea-foam dreams
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Around another dirty old town
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Parallel run streams
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Toward the gray ocean from the green ground
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'Oed und leer, das meer
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But look beneath the glassy surface
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All the songs you hear
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Down there they have a purpose
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All in all we cannot stop singing
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we cannot start sinking
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We swim until it ends
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They may kill and we may be parted
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But we will ne'er be broken hearted
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Biomusicology
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Ted Leo & The Pharmacists |