so tired you could sleep with the light on
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with the stereo blasting in you ear
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you know you're tired when your senses fail
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i'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree
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i'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black
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keep the loved ones posted,
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someday they will have to come and bail you out
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hold your breath, count to ten,
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save your cursing for the navy wingnut
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so caught up in being noteworthy,
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the average ghost is haunting someone else
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you know you're wired when your senses fail
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i'm a coin-laundry loser with a degree
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i'm the car alarm in an '83 pontiac, painted black
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keep the loved ones posted,
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someday they will have to come and bail you out
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hold your breath, count to ten,
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save your cursing for the navy wingnut
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Coin Laundry Loser
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Two Thirty Eight (Two ThirtyEight) |