Lyrics
It feels close. No, it feels far. I sometimes wonder where we are and what to do and what to say and how to make them stay away. All alone, once again. Not sure I mind, but come on in. a common face, there's just a few. You see, most my friends are 80 proof. I've got my oriental noodles and my smooth crown russe. We'll be flying long the highway in Burns �spruce moose�. Ask me why I care. In my own defense, I thought it was fair. I thought it made sense. I knew an artist that couldn't draw, so he went to work on cars. I knew a writer that did not write, so she went to school for law. I knew a thinker that thought too much, and so he got his d.v.m. I knew a player with no gift, sad to say, I am him. And if you're coming with us, then you best get up. And if you think we're waiting, then my friend I know you're wiced drunk. Out!
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