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Sloan Parallel Play

I've got a way To think everyone around me's crazy I've got a way To think everything that's bad gets worse I've got a way To push it down deep inside

Way down, way far underground We got started at the bottom of the basement We didn't stretch to come to a sound We'd just play until we found the proper

Ooh, well you stopped then you said I doubt you'll change my mind Ooh-ooh-ooh, faithfully I'll rewrite every line I do what I do Can't undo what I did

Ba ba da Ba ba da Ba ba da Ba ba da She kept her feet on the ground Her hair was a cloud that the sun Illuminated cheap champagne all around The jukebox

Once upon a time I was on the scene An attitude and a jacket of jean These days I'm up to my ass in routine Another day another dollar I'm not a kid

There's a certain kind of feeling on the other side It'll taunt you from a distance and it's hard to fight I've got to walk and say I lost But at least

Everybody gather round And listen to my dream, you're bound To thank me when I'm done So here is one I was there and you were too But it wasn't exactly