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Some days are all Mondays
Sort of time on ice
It seems like jet planes
Sit on runways
Under clear blue skies
Who needs it?
Nothing is real but the girl
Nothing is real but me

Money goes to money
In a figure eight around me
Money, where will love be
when you liquidate?
You're drowning

Now done is done
You have to face the horrible days
You were the one
Running sevens

Then luck was gone
A magic man without his wand
Praying for a seven or eleven

Wind down
Put your mind down
Like you're missing school
I'll teach you to find out
While you're dying
In your living room
How much you need me

Nothing is real but the girl
Only my eyes are solid
Nothing is real but me
Nothing is real but the girl