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Abandoned
Duck Farm
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The
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Ray Barrett
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God what happened to me |
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Ray Barrett
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You dont
have to ask if I feel lucky tonight
Just take one long look at my face You dont have to ask if Im sleeping alone tonight All the answers to your questions are just foregone conclusions From the last time you stayed at my place Now it wasnt when you asked me to cut my hair And not when you laughed at my clothes And it wasnt when you threw away my Hot Wheels cars Or the way you shook your head when I took off my shirt And you made me go wash with soap Im getting tired of going out with you Little things about you are really making me want to Break up with you Now its not like youve got no redeeming qualities I still like your smile when its there And I have a soft spot in my heart for your cowboy mouth And youre the only person I know who reads the New York Times With your knees on the floor and your elbows on a chair Its just all these things I like about you are off to one side But the negatives keep piling up I cant tell you the last time I had a good time with you And its really not worth the time to try to change what were doing When itd be a whole lot easier just breaking up |
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You gave me a
perfect smile
Thats when I know Id died I couldnt eat for three long days I stopped drinking I was still in a haze I never even got your name And nobody knows who you are Eight million people in this town Ill probably never ever see you around This always happen to me Im always fucking up Why didnt I get your number Why didnt I ask your name Took out a personal ad Begging you to give me a call Ive been sleeping with the telephone But it never rings not at all I should probably just give it up I guess Ill always be this dumb You gave me a perfect smile And Ill never ever see you again |
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One of these
days
Im gonna get myself together Gonna find my center And Ill be on my way Owning no one but myself Needing nobodys help And youll be wondering If Im ever coming back If Im ever gonna come back to you Making misery together with you If I were in paradise Id be sinning like a priest Praying to the devil To deliver me From all of your delusions All your love of confusions And In the dead of night The saints would come to the door And theyd take me away from you Making misery together with you Theres this dream I have Coming to me every night So vivid and bright Where youve gone away And youre never coming back Never ever coming back But when I open my eyes Im still digging myself in Going deeper and deeper with you Making misery together with you. |
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Ive often
wondered
How to get into this certain line of work Where you dont do anything all day And you leave at four feeling OK You get an office with a view And a phone for personal calls Your in-box is empty and you mail slot is bare Your boss isnt fussy and he doesnt seem to care Productivity is for others to worry about Your only goal is staying awake Middle management Promoted beyond your competence Middle management Your paycheck measures your brain Middle management Youre not as expendable But youre sill not very secure There been nothing to do for the last six months Youre an expert at computer games and at ordering lunch But if you ask for a project or raise your hand Or get noticed by anyone Theyll figure out how worthless you are And youll get canned Thats how it goes in this world Stuck in a nowhere job doing nothing all day And being nothing Middle management With your head up your ass Middle management Not your fault that you were kind of good Middle management But youre also really not that good And theyre going to find you out Theyre going to find you out Theyre going to find you out And youll be fired. |
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Dr. Rorschach
Come to my little shack And said Look at these spots very carefully Tell me what do you see And tell me why Ill give you my answer Once Ive seen you cry I hate you when you make me tell you this |