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Automatic loss When we've finally begun And each time you have lost Any other way Don't get me started, the feeling's departed The look in her eyes December'd be nice Bitter spring flowers makes a short list Dibs on the setlist, and go block the exits Crowded four-seaters stopped dead on the eastern It feels like I Oughta say it It seems like you Don't wanna know Three-day weekend drunk All time's such a slump The cobra is fine 'Til you're through with it Stammer and flicker and stand here and bicker Deadly symphonic, can't try me, I'm on it It feels like I Oughta say it It seems like you Don't wanna know Just throw out the simple things That irritate Irritate, irritate Airtight As the lee side blows Uptight Well at least I know In a word: Indisputable In a word In a word In a word, alright In a word In a word, alright In a word, word, a word In a word, alright In a word In a word, alright