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I'm lost, I'm
A frayed rope tying down a leaky
To the of a car on the road in the dark
And it's

If I'm more, it means less
Last for happiness
I'm your dress near the back of your
And your is showing

I'm
in a summer parade
Up the street in the town you were born in
a girl at the top, wearing tulle

And a Miss Somewhere
like the queen
Beauty's just word
I'm never certain how to

Go tell the nurse to turn the TV on
And away my misery
It meant that much to me
It never sent a 'Get Well'

I broke like a bad joke somebody's uncle
At a wedding in 1972
a little boy under a table with cake in his hair
Stared at the grown-up feet as they and swayed

And his father laughed and talked on the long home
And his mother laughed and talked on the long home
And he thought about how dies someday
And tomorrow gets here, where will yesterday be?

And fell asleep in his winter coat
Buy me a shiny new machine that runs on lies and
And all those batteries we stole from
And disassembles my

It never took me
It once bought me a drink