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Smoke is coming from your ears I can see the turning of the gears It's a hell of a distance from your hand to your beer If anything changes I'm right here It's a hell of a distance between you and me Or just our accumulated biases Where, oh where could my little dog be Overall you gave it "satisfactory" But please don't call it a night The river is coursing, it's your life This is exactly what it looks like I hope you hang around You're always welcome You're not imposing But come on, make up your mind Feeling so wholly unprepared It wasn't much of a distance to the 4-h fair What gives you hope, what makes you scared? Something like "I need your love like I need air" What was that? Sometimes you mumble Our days are few and so full of trouble My feet don't listen, they stumble And feel the cliff begin to unmoral But please don't call it a night The river is coursing, you can bet your life This is exactly what it looks like It's good to know you But if you're gonna hang around Don't ruin everything Come on, make up your mind Smoke is coming from your ears There stands the solo cup, my dear There stands the dog, no foxes here There stands the news, there stands our only prayer Did you think you could just muscle through? Skip to the end of the interview? Our days are full of shit and so few If you feel regret before you even get out of bed There stands that too Please don't call it a night The river is coursing, it's your life This is exactly what it looks like I hope you hang around You're always welcome You are everything You can take as long as you want Everything is gonna be fine