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    Tableau

    I kissed the kids at noon, then stumbled out the room
    I caught a cab, ran up a tab on 7th and flower
    Best recital I had to ruin, missed my son’s graduation
    Punched the Nickles boy for taking his seat, he gets all that anger from me

    Still things could be much worse; natural disasters on the evening news
    Still things could be much worse; we still got our health, my paycheck in the mail

    I promised to my wife and children I’d never touch another drink as long as I live
    But even then it sounds so soothing
    This will blow over in time… This will all blow over in time

    I’m just an honest man, provide for me and mine
    I give a check to tax deductable charity organizations
    Two weks paid vacation won’t heal the damage done. I need another one

    Still things could be much worse; natural disasters on the evening news
    Still things could be much worse; we still got our health, my paycheck in the mail

    I promised to my wife and children I’d never touch another drink as long as I live
    But even then it sounds so soothing to mix a gin and sink into oblivion

    I promised to my wife and children
    That accident left everyone a little shook up
    But at the meetings I felt so empty
    This will blow over in time… This will all blow over in time

    - Cold War Kids, “We Used To Vacation”

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