Get along, dance along to your father's hymns
Give it up for the stitch in your mother's hem
No doubt you were made for these times
Know the name they called you before you were born
These are the days when everything hurts
These are the straight lines and the curves
Hit the gas, hit the grass off the motorway
Breathe in, keep your line down the straightaway
Let it all fall out
'Cause it'll all fall out
These are the days when everything hurts
These are the straight lines and the curves
Get lost, go along with your other friends
Take a pill, sleep it off, let it end
'Cause there's a tree that bends towards the sun
It's a light that shines on everyone
These are the days when everything hurts
These are the headlights in reverse
These are the days when everything hurts
These are the straight lines and the curves
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