| Ten years living in a paper bag
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| Feedback baby, he’s a flipped out cat
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| He’s a platinum canary, drinkin' Falstaff beer
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| Mercedes rule, and a rented lear
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| Botton feeder insincere
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| Prophet lo-fi pioneer
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| Sell the house and go to school
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| Get a young girlfriend, daddy’s jewel
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| A change would do you good
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| A change would do you good
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| God’s little gift is on the rag
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| Poster girl posing in a fashion mag
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| Canine, feline, Jekyll and Hyde
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| Wear your fake fur on the inside
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| Queen of South Beach, aging blues
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| Dinner’s at six, wear your cement shoes
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| I thought you were singing your heart out to me Your lips were syncing and now I see
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| A change would do you good
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| A change would do you good
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| Chasing dragons with plastic swords
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| Jack off Jimmy, everybody wants more
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| Scully and angel on the kitchen floor
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| And I’m calling Buddy on the Ouija board
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| I’ve been thinking 'bout catching a train
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| Leave my phone machine by the radar range
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| Hello it’s me, I’m not at home
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| If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone
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| A change would do you good
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| A change would do you good
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| Hello, it’s me, I’m not at home
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| If you’d like to reach me, leave me alone
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| A change would do you good
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| A change would do you good |