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Wilco Kicking Television Live In Chicago

: When the devil came He was not red He was chrome and he said Come with me You must go So I went Where everything was clean So precise and towering

: When you're back in your old neighborhood The cigarettes taste so good But you're so misunderstood You're so misunderstood There's something there

: When I sat down on the bed next to you You started to cry I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me To come back home Or maybe all you mean, is

: I am an American aquarium drinker I assassin down the avenue I'm hiding out in the big city blinking What was I thinking when I let go of you Let'

kickin' Yeah, I'm calm Oh, I'm kickin' Television Television Um.. Oh, I'm serious You'll see I'm kickin' Yeah, I'm calm Yeah, I'm kickin' Television Television Television

: One by one the teardrops fall as I write you One by one my words come falling on the page One by one my dreams are fading in the twilight One by one

: Jesus, don't cry You can rely on me honey You can combine anything you want I'll be around You were right about the stars Each one is a setting sun

: Cheer up, honey I hope you can There is something wrong with me My mind is filled with silvery stuff Honey kisses clouds of fluff Shoulders shrugging

: It's my father's voice trailing off Sailors sailing off in the morning For the air-conditioned rooms At the top of the stairs His jaw's been broken