I recognize the symptoms, but I don't know the cure
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your feelings are so useless, banging your head on the wall
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well I'll improve your station, if I get half a chance
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no overnight sensation, matters to you right now
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yeah it's all too unreal, you know the way I feel
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when I got time to kill, that's when I get my fill
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livin' hand to mouth
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the money it don't come anymore
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well it never came too much anyway,
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we spread it here and we spread it there
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never worry about the next day
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Oh these times they come and go
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but I really don't give a damn
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c'est la vie and wish you well
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heading for the promised land
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yeah it's all too unreal, you know the way I feel
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when I got time to kill, that's when I get my fill
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of livin' hand to mouth
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I recognize the symptoms, but I don't know the cure
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your feelings are so useless, banging your head out on the wall
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yeah it's all too unreal, you know the way I feel
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when I got time to kill, that's when I get my fill
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yeah...
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Hand to Mouth
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| Georgia Satellites |
