Intro
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Verse
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Living down the time spent subdivided by one effort
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or another and the grains are almost gone
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Sitting on the top there unmolested and then compressed into
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the middle and the longest of free falls
Interlude
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Verse
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Blackout on a Tuesday, you know that it ain’t usually
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like the bottle to get us gone that far
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As the light was leaving the darkness came creeping up
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behind us and covered up the falling of the stars
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All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much
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But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace
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Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind
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We’ll be alright
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Verse
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Simple graces interlaced with sterile spaces
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And the sounds of all the barely hanging on
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Never was intended for my parts to be descended
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Cause a furrow in your brow
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All the good times and the bad luck never added up to much
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But a court date down in Farmville and one hand in the furnace
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Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind
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Saturday replenishes what Sunday leaves behind
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We’ll be alright
Outro
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