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Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Checked the clock when I got home and realized I was alone Sat for hours by the window wonderin' where did ya go? Couldn't eat or sleep at all took the

Shortly after Evelyn Was doused with gasoline And just a few miles off the avenue, A lighter flashed into a puff of smoke. For thirty years Walter worked

There is this older guy That comes around from time to time We're sure that he fought in the war The war in Vietnam Most of what he tells us No one's

Bad news if he could choose Would he refuse to be the bearer It seems what he has to do Could not be any clearer It's a job he can't neglect Its consequences

Just yesterday when I was faced Get up and on or be misplaced Tomorrow or until my end Come make or break, I tend to bend Hey, hey, last night I think

Hello world remember me? I'm the sad little fuck that you failed to see Who you should have recognized when you had the chance Hello motherfuckers now

Somebody bring me back to the beginning A place as nice as any place to start That's where I must have misplaced my opinion I wasn't sure where I was

Up around 95 Sailing down Storrow Drive left exit into Kenmore Square slowed down when I got there and that's when it was crystal clear it wasn't there

Seven ways to Sunday seven seperate ways to Sunday but he did not know which one would save him so he had to try every code and combination on the road