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The last time that I felt that I had something to say
Was the last time I got kicked in the head
Versed as I am in the language of pain and its irony
The last time I felt comfortable squeezing out a product
Onto unwilling hands and their wrists
Was back along a string of selves that's gotten shorter now but still twists

And I don't know what I think of that, and I don't know what I think of that
And I mean it. I mean it.
And I don't know what I think of that, and maybe I'm just through with that
And I mean it. I mean it.
And I don't think that I'm meaning any harm
By forgetting there's still meaning when there's no cause for alarm
The last time that I felt that I had something to say I was wrong

Maybe all I'm tryin' to do right now is to squeeze out one more tune
Should I wait out my life for a rougher time or just a rougher mood
There's already too much crappin' in this world
Too much spelling out the obvious
Only egomaniacs with nothing to say would bother to record it anyway

And I don't think that I'm now a better man
'Cause I know next time my heart attacks I'll record it if I can
And the next time that I feel that I've got nothing to say I'll play along

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from So Whaddaya Think?, released November 14, 2002

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Mark Lint Madison, Wisconsin

Catchy, homespun tunes ranging in style from power pop to folk ballads to alt country, laced with a sense of the absurd.

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