Never a heaven an age old question
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Written from a cold place
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I feel sour I need a shower
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Or just a slap in the face
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Circumstance has left romance
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And a puzzle in front of me
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Who knows the ending, if the truth need
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Bending, A lie is the tool that you'll need
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[Chorus]
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So I'm under a mountain
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Stuck to this mattress
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Perfume and valium
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What makes a Sunday different from Monday
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Could be a look in her eyes
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In need of flattery she changes batteries
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So that her light will shine
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The words she utters either so flows or
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Stutters
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They're either silly or wise
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Anger with concern
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But never to yearn
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Only to be by your side
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Lay down with number 13
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Its a cold gray shame
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Under A Mountain
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The Black Crowes |