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    Someday, there'll be nothing more to say
    When life is seen as the dance of the seven veils
    Well, each teaser reveals the beauty that was always already there
    My body and soul and my car are not for sale

    Some days are made of silent anticipation
    Some days are just quarter-pumping, cheap peepshows
    Oh, make-believe is all we have some of these days
    Tie your money to your dog if you fear you might lose your way

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    The sun slips off each night to enjoy on the other side of town
    Where barstools, and dreamers, and glasses all get refilled
    Clocks and bar tabs are just numbers and memories fighting gravity against the wall
    Steamboat fishlight dancin' on the windowsill

    Oh, the jukebox man never hits us with the latest
    No, he just brushes the the dust from the grooves of the songs we love
    Wow a drunk couple sayin'

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    Composition: George McConnell, Domingo Ortiz, John Hermann, Todd Nance, John Bell, and David a. Schools

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