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Brendan Benson - How 'bout you

Does it break your heart each time I fall apart?
Does it give you purpose in this life?
And when I tell the truth
Does it mean as much to you?
I could never live a lie
how 'bout you?
And I don't think it's so wrong to feel
I've lived too long
Without the pull of gravity beneath me
And it's not so hard to believe
These tricks I use to deceive
Like a rabbit from a hat or card up my sleeve
Thought about being with you
Thought how it's always been
You takin' apart what I glued
I know it's mine but it's crude I think you're so rude
Follow the moon and the sun
And all of the damage it's done
I want to but I can't run
I know it's only just begun
It ain't no fun
Thought about eyes of green
And all of the shit that they've seen
Never made it past seventeen
Man what a scene
You know what I mean?
Thought of a skull and crossbones
The poison it runs through our bones
The junkies that live with their jones
Always reaping what they've sown
My mind is blown
Thought of what's yours and what's mine
And who all has got that much time
Hey mister can you spare a dime?
The words always rhyme
The sun don't shine
Brendan Benson - How 'bout you      Does it break your heart each time I fall apart?    Does it give you purpose in this life?    And when I tell the truth    Does it mean as much to you?    I could never live a lie    how 'bout you?    And I don't think it's so wrong to feel    I've lived too long    Without the pull of gravity beneath me    And it's not so hard to believe    These tricks I use to deceive    Like a rabbit from a hat or card up my sleeve    Thought about being with you    Thought how it's always been    You takin' apart what I glued    I know it's mine but it's crude I think you're so rude    Follow the moon and the sun    And all of the damage it's done    I want to but I can't run    I know it's only just begun    It ain't no fun    Thought about eyes of green    And all of the shit that they've seen    Never made it past seventeen    Man what a scene    You know what I mean?    Thought of a skull and crossbones    The poison it runs through our bones    The junkies that live with their jones    Always reaping what they've sown    My mind is blown    Thought of what's yours and what's mine    And who all has got that much time    Hey mister can you spare a dime?    The words always rhyme    The sun don't shine