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planes on the downtown skyline is a sight to see for some it ought to make a few reputations in the cult of number one while these seconds turn these minutes into hours of the day all these doubles drive the dollars and the light of day away suffering jukebox such a sad machine your filled up with what other people need and they never seem to turn you up loud there are a lot of chatterboxes in this crowd suffering jukebox in a happy town you're over in the corner breaking down they always seem to keep you way down low the people in this town don't want to know well I guess all that mad misery must make it seem to true to you but money lights your world up, you're trapped what can you do? you got Tennessee tendencies and chemical dependancies you make the same old jokes and malaprops on cue suffering jukebox such a sad machine your filled up with what other people need hardship, damnation and guilt make you wonder why you were even built suffering jukebox in a happy town you're over in the corner breaking down they always seem to keep you way down low the people in this town don't want to know From Letras Mania