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The more I learn the less I know
Could you make mine straight absolute?
The more I fail the less I try
Ask not of me the reason why
Oh, my sentimental fool
Have I got a tale for you
The woman I love is not content
The life I made, it ain't what I meant
The space I'm in is filled with love
The state I'm in is pitiful
Oh, my sentimental fool
Have I got a tale for you
But, when she calls my name
We're almost happy, she's almost like you
Yes, when she calls my name
we're almost there
Man, she's almost like you
The longer I live the less I believe
And all I lost is all I need
The life I made is filled with regret
And I can't tell the half of it.
The woman I love has lost her faith
And I just watch as she fades away
The space I'm in is filled with love
The shape I'm in ain't beautiful.
Oh, my sentimental fool
Have I got a tale for you
Oh, my sentimental fool
I'm draining the glass for you
Do you see my girl?
She's almost like you
Too much music
Too many bars
Too much traffic
Too much art
Too much information
Too many jams
Too much zen
Too much medication
Too much of everything
Too many stations
Too many waves
Too many sponsors
Too much to save
Too much much demographics
Too many lists
Too much entertainment
To much ink
Too much of everything
Too much progress
Too much space
Too many futures
Too much to case
Too much analysis
Too many pills
I'm in rehabilitation
I've taken too much
Too much of everything
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Jane is fine, always fine
We're unhappy most of the time
We don't talk, we don't fight
I'm just tired, she's way past caring
But she says, she is fine
She tells lies most of the time
What she needs, iI don't have
That's not in the hand that I'm holding
So we drink spanish wine
She plays country records until the morning
This is mine, all of mine
She is not, she is not mine
But I feel fine
Only when I'm sleeping
Only with the tv on
She and I and empty wine and whisky bottles
And she white beneath crumpled sheets
She is everything I need
But she would rather be
Any place but here
Jane is fine, always fine
We're unhappy most of the time
We don't talk, we don't fight
I'm just tired, she's way past caring
So we drink spanish wine
We tell lies, we're killing time
And we feel fine
Well, what's the crime?
Everything you touch
Turns into gold
Got everything you want
Twenty fold
So what do you do?
When all your dreams
Come true
What do you believe in?
There's nothing left to want
So who do you blame
When nothing is wrong?
And what do you do
When all your dreams
Come true
Are you feeling lucky?
Are you feeling lost?
Was it all too easy?
Now how do you get off?
Because your train won't stop
Now all your dreams
Came true
