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I sat outside my front window...this story's going somewhere:
"He's well hung," and I am hanging up.
Well there's a song on the radio that said:
"Let's get this party started,
Let's get this party started."

What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
And what meant the world imploded
Inflated then demoted all my oxygen to product gas
Suffocated my last chance to say
You said, between your smiles and regrets:
"Don't say it's over."
Dead and gone.

Calm before the storm
Set it off,
And the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm
Set it off.
And the sun burnt out tonight.

The next time the phone can wring my neck it gets no answer
And of the time that I've spent telling it my roots
I'm shaking in my boots
And still it looks at me like an old friend I've betrayed
The darkside of the doormat is the one your shoes have frayed

What you do on your own time's just fine.
My imagination's much worse, I just never want to know.
What meant the world imploded,
Inflated then demoted
All my oxygen to product gas
And suffocated my last chance to say its over
Dead and gone.. Dead and gone..

Calm before the storm
Set it off,
And the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm
Set it off.
And the sun burnt out tonight
Calm before the storm
Set it off,
And the sun burnt out tonight.
A reception less than warm
Set it off.
And the sun burnt out tonight

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