There was a half a harvest moon up on the hillside Our love is made almost entirely of downside Who would have thought it could feel so much better then? Now theres a half a million things I wanna tell you They tap the phone line and the speaker at the drive thru Who would have thought it could feel so much different then? Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Now theres estrangement and awkward feelings Im bouncing off the wall, Im talking to the ceilings Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes? Now theres a half a million reasons we can argue Youre right in front of me now and theres no one to talk to Who would have thought it could feel so bad sometimes? Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Solo Downtown, so weak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot speak Let the idiot
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