Okkervil River Rip

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[Verse 1]

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Hey, my little baby, pointing at 
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the sky's amazing in the lake now.
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All of this sensation and no 
space on earth to place it where 
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it's safe now.
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You've got a big day coming. A big
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 day coming now.


[Verse 2]

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Gather, crowd, around me, in the 
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gutter where you found me. Help me 
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stand now.
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My body, it is aching, and my poor
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 old heart is breaking, and I'm so 
freaked out.
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We've got a big chance coming. A 
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big chance coming now.


[Verse 3]

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All the little Sadies and the 
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literary ladies wish me well now.
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A slob upon a plane that through 
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the air is silver swaying into sun 
now.
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I hightail my cool haircut through 
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the turnstiles of the airport on 
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the run now
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Flip a couple hundred pages; I was 
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turning thirty-eight. I was a 
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horrible sight.
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You've got a bad day coming. A sad
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 day coming 'round.
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I'll wear a white suit and black 
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sunglasses to the last mass now.

N.C.
Okay.


[Bridge]

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Then give me one last kiss in your 
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pink silk dress, I guess.
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Said, "I have lost all will to," 
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with my face pressed against your 
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breast.
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And I have pilfered the king's 
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pills From the palace medicine 
chest.
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I cried a quart of crocodile tears 
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onto Allison Anne's pink champagne 
glass.
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I was escorted from the premises 
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for being a mess.


[Verse 4]

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And it's just like when John Howe 
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told me how the Force MDs died.
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Lou Gehrig's disease laid T.C.D. 
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low. Mercury had a heart attack 
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back in '95.
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And where DJ Doctor Rock went 
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nobody knows.


[Verse 5]

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I see my grandfather, T. Holmes 
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"Bud" Moore laid up in his hospital
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 clothes.
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But I think about Judee Sill dying 
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in some trailer park, out of 
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cocaine and codeine all alone.
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It was a big waste, brother. Such a
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 big waste. Yeah, I know.
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They had some great songs; must 
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have been a great time, so long ago.
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But I didn't open up my mouth just
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 to piss and moan.

N.C.
No way.


[Otro]

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All the air is glitter and I went
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 and hit the skating rink alone now.
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I'll watch the kids all skim across
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 the ice. They look so nice. It was
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 so cold out.
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And then I coughed into my cupped 
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hands across the rink so I could 
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hear the band.

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Two guitars, a drummer, a chick 
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singer with a Kurzweil on a keyboard
 stand.
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And I said, "Play that cover," I 
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said, "Play that cover song again."