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Can you spare me a quarter, though I have no one to call
I just thought it might save my ass one day
If the sky or the free world were to fall
This is the only thing that I can do

This is the only thing I know how to say
And when everything is gone and the night it seems grows long
Will you play this record anyway
There are a million ways to say it

There are a million lies to choose from
So don't look up
You might find that your head is stuck
No one's going to bail us out of this one

Every time I call your name
Somehow I wish it was the same
For me and you and all the things we do
Not in vain

Maybe I could give you a ride though I don't really own a car
Well, it isn't anything so different
Than living underneath a dying star
Well, this is what we all get up for

When the clocks go out of time 'cause nothing short of
War and death and money
Will ever fucking change your mind
There are a million ways to die son

And there are a million places to choose from
So don't look up
You might find that your head is stuck
No one's going to bail us out of this one

Every time I call your name
Somehow i wish it was the same
For me and you and all the things we do
Not in vain

And who will kill this native son
Who will learn from everything that we have done
And who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?
Can you spare me a quarter, though I have no one to call   I just thought it might save my ass one day   If the sky or the free world were to fall   This is the only thing that I can do      This is the only thing I know how to say   And when everything is gone and the night it seems grows long   Will you play this record anyway   There are a million ways to say it      There are a million lies to choose from   So don't look up   You might find that your head is stuck   No one's going to bail us out of this one      Every time I call your name   Somehow I wish it was the same   For me and you and all the things we do   Not in vain      Maybe I could give you a ride though I don't really own a car   Well, it isn't anything so different   Than living underneath a dying star   Well, this is what we all get up for      When the clocks go out of time 'cause nothing short of   War and death and money   Will ever fucking change your mind   There are a million ways to die son      And there are a million places to choose from   So don't look up   You might find that your head is stuck   No one's going to bail us out of this one      Every time I call your name   Somehow i wish it was the same   For me and you and all the things we do   Not in vain      And who will kill this native son   Who will learn from everything that we have done   And who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?