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The Fog
Here in this town they have all got the blues
As the paperboy takes off without any news
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
Baby you're driving me crazy
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old
Career opportunities, they all have been sold
Along with your body, and most of your soul
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
Baby you're driving me crazy
If I could spare more remorse
From my emptied out pores
I would maybe
Cause the fog's getting thicker
And the world's spinning fast
The chaos is building
It's going to last
And it's so hard to see
And you're so hard to find
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
Realists are frowning, they think you're obscene
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
Baby you're driving me crazy
If I could spare more remorse
From my emptied out pores
I would maybe
Cause the fog's getting thicker
The world's spinning fast
The chaos is building
It's going to last
And it's so hard to see
And you're so hard to find
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
And we yell
And we scream
As the fog's getting thicker
The world's spinning fast
The chaos is building
It's going to last
And it's so hard to see
And you're so hard to find
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
And the fog's getting thicker
The world's spinning fast
The chaos is building
It's going to last
And it's so hard to see
And you're so hard to find
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
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There's days when I think I am losing my mind
And you're so hard to find
And it's so hard to see
It's going to last
The chaos is building
The world's spinning fast
And the fog's getting thicker
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
And you're so hard to find
And it's so hard to see
It's going to last
The chaos is building
The world's spinning fast
As the fog's getting thicker
And we scream
And we yell
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
And you're so hard to find
And it's so hard to see
It's going to last
The chaos is building
The world's spinning fast
Cause the fog's getting thicker
I would maybe
From my emptied out pores
If I could spare more remorse
Baby you're driving me crazy
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
As you work overtime to make sure they can dream
Realists are frowning, they think you're obscene
Striking the canvas with deep blues and greens
So keep painting pictures of beautiful scenes
There's days when I think I am losing my mind
And you're so hard to find
And it's so hard to see
It's going to last
The chaos is building
And the world's spinning fast
Cause the fog's getting thicker
I would maybe
From my emptied out pores
If I could spare more remorse
Baby you're driving me crazy
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
Along with your body, and most of your soul
Career opportunities, they all have been sold
Everyone's getting somewhere and you're getting old
So life on your own has been vacant and cold
Baby you're driving me crazy
And I'm yelling and screaming cause
The corner store drugs you can freely abuse
Angels have wings you can feel free to use
As the paperboy takes off without any news
Here in this town they have all got the blues
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