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I don't need to look around
just to know that almost everybody
has the songs they chose plugged
in their ears, keeping 'em steady.

They hear those that are loud.
They hear those that are silent.
I won't listen now; my eagerness
left since it became violent.

You see, everyone has their favorite songs
to listen to for today... for today,
but my favorite song? Still you even when
my life's hue is held by an ashtray.

Forgive me if I wished
that with you, I'd sing along.
It just doesn't sink in
that now, you're a sad song.

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