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Well they closed down County General
And the Blue Line opened yesterday to nowhere
And I?ve got this splitting headache
And I haven?t had a girl since last September

But everything will be all right
Yes everything will be all right
Unless it isn?t

There?s a guy in Sacramento
Who wants to blow the world up with a postcard
And my landlord just informed me
That he plans to use my bedroom for his office

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There?s really not much else to do
Just pick a tack and sail on through
Can anything worth knowing be for sure?
Grassy knolls and big black holes
The silent mystery of souls
Can you tell me without blinking
That she loves you?

There?s a country full of immigrants
And no one can remember
Where they came from
But if we?re all supposed to be here
Well then maybe we should
Show some signs it matters

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There?s really not much else to do
Just act as if it?s nothing new
How many times before?
How many more?
People try, the years go by
Like vacant stares in dumb reply
Like promises and premises we hold to

And I hope that I?ll be saved
Although I haven?t been to church
Since I was seven
But if God is who they say he is
Then maybe I should buy myself an army

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