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Into It Over It

and the car's not far. And everyone has something awful to say, Just try not to pay attention, they're all fucked up anyway. And remember that it's

On an evening after news like that I can hardly tell what mood you're in or keep track of what time it is. Between photo opportunities and ATM disaster

Today's hardly flexible (bent to be breakable); my foot right where my mouth can see, planing to force its way into where words have no re-entry. You

my keys can't find you, singing "Lean On Me" in the back of a taxicab. Totally helpless and completely unprepared for this, we'll stick it to a city

It's a good thing you've got that artificial heart. Turn it on (or turn it off) and expect your friends to repeat the same alcoholic lines. You're running

I've been busy talking into tape machines, makes you uneasy, when your phone rings and it isn't me. Flip my initials and see what it says: Nothing to "

that you have a nice flight back home. I'm sorry I haven't seemed so strong. Through a blanket of arguing, you'll see - It's not you, it's me. It's a

all my tired mind could provide. So if you think you know, you don't. If they've got an idea, they're hopeless. I'm over this. And It's time to move

completely. To drive us downtown. To watch a shuttle launch and Aaron sing. But what should have been or even is... Don't get the wrong impression. Talking over and over and over