| You looked like you were sleeping
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| Waiting days for the twenty-two
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| Come on, we’ll grab a chariot
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| Come on, we’ll write a soundtrack
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| Quarter til two, the night’s ending
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| We stand where no Romans dared to stand
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| Shut up, you might sink ships
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| Shut up, you’ll lose your gold tooth
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| And we’ll testify and we will declare
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| Daydreams pile up on the interstate where
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| The arch there is still a square, and we’ll jump if you dare
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| But please don’t dare us
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| You said that you were loaded
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| I know, 'cause I think I was loaded too
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| Come on, we’ll wait for holidays
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| Come on, we’ll curse our weekdays
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| One dollar well sings the chorus
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| Something a little, little bigger than small
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| Shut up, the kids make out
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| Shut up, and watch the world spin
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| God damn the commies, wherever they are
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| We need someone to blame for closing this bar
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| And the neon fades like a star, and we’ll wish on that star
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| Our week goes faster
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| The conversation ends and the drugs start to fade
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| On the palm, deserts drift, Martians parade
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| And they will attack, and we’ll laugh
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| It’s alright, it’s okay, it don’t matter today
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| It’s all easy, everything’s cool
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| It’s okay, it’s alright, it don’t matter tonight
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| It’s all easy
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| (What's that?) |