Tác giả : Elliott Smith
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The imitation picks you up like a habit 
Riding in the glow of the tv static 
Taking out the trash to the man 
Give the people something they understand 
 
Mistake a nervous flash for a fine-line smile 
Junk bond trader trying to sell a sucker a stock 
Rich man in a poor man's clothes 
The permanent installment of the daily dose 
 
And you tell me, "fool, you tell it like it is" 
Your wall's gone wider than your head trip is 
Checking into a small reality 
Void as a drug you take too regularly 
 
>>The acolyte's laugh; the broken crutch 
>> The first true love folded at the slightest touch 
Brought down like an old hotel 
People digging through the rubble for things they can resell 
 
"happy holidays," said sid the saviour 
Believe in love i still favour 
I won't take your medicine 
I don't need a remedy 
To be everything i'm supposed to be 
I don't want nobody else 
I can do it by myself 
We're meant to be together 
 
Now i'm a policeman directing traffic 
Keeping everything moving, everything static 
I'm the hitchhiker you recognize passing 
On your way to some everlasting... 
 
Better sell it while you can 
Better sell it while you can 
Better sell it while you can 
Better sell it while you can