Spoon Out My Eyeballs

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I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds
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In high tech studios in the Valley
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Give me something that I can tap my toes to
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And scream at the top of my lungs
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'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born

[Verse 2]
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And you know that I would clap my hands until they’re red
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And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum
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Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs
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And my feet would be glued to the floor

[Verse 3]
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My head was high then
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Higher than today
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It was easy to believe in something
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When I didn’t know a Goddamn thing
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I close my eyelids
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And wait for the clouds to part
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And the sun to shine on me

[Interlude]
[Verse 1] chords

[Otro]
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Do you remember April 17th?
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When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth
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And I said “Oh, God” I need someone to help me
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Keep moving on my feet
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It’s getting harder to be real, to be real, darling
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                oh, real darling