Take a ticket and wait in the line outside
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In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies
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Then they tell us that the florist easily bores
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If we want we need we'd better keep it short
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I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more
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I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war
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Died that day, they came and took you away
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In between night and day
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Otis - lost in the hiss of the stereo's mouth
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Motions us to a door, empties our pockets out
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In the blackest market that you will never see
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Give you all that you want if you're willing to please
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I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more
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I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war
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Died that day, they came and took you away
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In between night and day
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The Florist
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| Kids In Glass Houses |
