| Just give me a suitcase and I’ll promise to not look back
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| Just point me, point me towards the railroad track
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| I’ve been staring at the gates, but I’ve never found a crack
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| So I’m just looking up, saying, «Deliver me a heart attack.»
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| If you’re weary, I don’t mind sharing the load
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| Just keep me some company on the road
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| All I’ve got is a bottle that I ought to leave alone
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| But it’s the only thing that I can call my own
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| So I’m saying goodbye, and no, I won’t forget to write
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| It’s just been too long racing towards a yellow light
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| And I know that I say this every night
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| But I don’t think I’ve ever been so tired of life
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| And if things should not get better, will you wait for me to change
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| Or will I see you waving goodbye from the window of an aeroplane?
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| If I told you it was hopeless, would you try to understand
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| Or will you leave me for a palm tree and its shadows on the sand?
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| Because I’ve been waiting all year for the temperature to drop
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| But now I’ve got a fever and I don’t know how to make it stop
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| There’s still one shoe that hasn’t dropped yet
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| It’s hanging on by an aglet
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| This world seems like a nice place to visit
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| But I don’t want to live in it
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| There is not a doctor that can diagnose me
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| I am dying slowly from Patrick Stickles Disease
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| There is not a medication that can cure what’s ailing me
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| The only treatment they offer is to hang me from a tree
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| Life’s been a long, sick game of «Would You Rather»
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| So now I’m going to medical school — as a cadaver
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| Now if I could say only one thing with the whole world listening, it would be
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| «Leave me the fuck alone
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| Or welcome to the Terrordome.»
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| Good-times
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| Good-times are here again
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| God sent me a vision of the future |