Quasi
Good Times
Life without love is all the hell you needYou're in heaven when your soul gets freedBut they'll sell you the devil and they'll sell you the LordThey'll sell you twice as much as you can affordYou reap what you sew, that's about all you need to knowYou can crack up, or back up, pack up and goSilver screens, dream machinesThey don't mean nothing unless you read between the beamsLost in a wilderness of teenage dreamsTrying to push a boulder up a mountain of beamsBut then the bean counters cancelled the showYou can crack up, or back up, pack up and goThe time is now, the place is hereNot next door, not next yearNever before has it been this clearGood times, happy days, in spite of it all
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