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e’ll call ourselves
‘The Tragic Two’…
The smoke machines,
the bad reviews.
We’ll sing our little songs,
get hooked on drugs
and all the while
fall madly in love.
We could be moving
big, black boxes.
We should be moving
big, black boxes…
Through word of mouth
and telephone poles,
The Tragic Two
would rock and roll.
We’d do the one
‘bout how you break my heart.
But you and I know
we could never part…
We should be moving
big, black boxes.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
A standard E for you.
And a modified C for me.
It won’t be easy.
No, no, no.
but we’ll work out the details.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just you and me…
When the suit rolls in
with his snaky hand,
we’ll say, “thanks,
but no thanks, man.”
We want to sing our little songs,
maybe we’ll kick these drugs,
but all the while
we’ll stay madly in love.
The Tragic Two,
forever in love!
We could be moving
big, black boxes.
We should be moving
big, black boxes…
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We could be moving
big, black boxes…
Big, black boxes.
From one side of town,
one side of town to the other.
We should be moving
big, black boxes.
Big, black boxes...
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