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By Curt Smith, So many things you said last night
In your attempt to
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By Curt Smith, Shut down
Tangled up in your machinery
No sound
Just the faceless press
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By Curt Smith, Dear God
I'm doing the best I can
I'm doing the best
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By Curt Smith, Never mind the starting gun
cover's up the curtain's drawn
standing in
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By Curt Smith, He's gone again
Pulls me with him each time
I should ask
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By Curt Smith, You're bathed and crowned
I'm bruised and torn
You're tied and cleaned
I'm
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By Curt Smith, Holding tightly on to something you believe
It's getting harder when
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By Curt Smith, Jasmine's taste grows deeper than the ocean or her dreams
For
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By Curt Smith, Somewhere, sometime I became a part of you
And then in
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By Curt Smith, Black velvet Elvis is dead
Looks down his crown on the
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By Curt Smith, it's alright
got to tell myself it's alright
everything that I envied
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By Curt Smith, Alison cries on a radio Monday
Lipstick goodbyes and a promise
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By Curt Smith, It's time to brood
Put up the walls of sound
And practice
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By Curt Smith, What are we fighting for
What am I trying to restore
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By Curt Smith, someone's drinking all alone
someone's left the TV on
I don't suppose
no
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By Curt Smith, To T.V. screens and complex books
My inner world of reason
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By Curt Smith, I was laying listening to the rainBy my side you
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By Curt Smith, We've got to tell the governmentThat freedom is God sentWhere's
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By Curt Smith, I don't want to be aroundWhen you come downI don't
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By Curt Smith, I think I'll fall to piecesIf I don't find something
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By Curt Smith, Round we goLiving in a carnival of compromiseAll we knowIs
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By Curt Smith, Slow days in restless roomsA constant stream of girls in
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By Curt Smith, I was born at the wrong timeA child lost on
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By Curt Smith, I think I'll fall to piecesIf I don't find something
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By Curt Smith, The evidence is on the pagenot much to show for
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By Curt Smith, It's time to broodPut up the walls of soundAnd practice
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By Curt Smith, what are we fighting forwhat am I trying to restore
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By Curt Smith, My sutured mind post-op'd and dryKeeps slowly does it timeImpaled
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By Curt Smith, I don't need no one elseI get by by myselfThese