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Lyrics by John Lister It could've happened in the parking lot, That's where I think I lost my train of thought Ten pounds of tokens that my uncle bought and left me in his will They're for the subway below Brooklyn Heights, but I don't go, so I can't see the sights It's never even kept me up some nights, so I don't need a pill Hey, I'm not crazy, there's no evidence, and under any other circumstance I'm deep asleep and well before the dance, my life has lost its thrill I search for treasure when my eyes are closed; I'm not asleep, although I may have dozed I'm not the man I think that you suppose I am , for I won’t pay my bill |