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The quotidian aches and pains
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Of being a being
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All the small nothings, they're something;
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The bric-a-brac euphoria
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"Every problem's not mine to solve."
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Ruth built a shrine to all
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The passers-by, the banal
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Ginger fears death
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But Ruth says that life's where the pain's at
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Ginger's a bored one
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Well, Ruth is a bear and Ginger's a brat
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Well, back in New York where the fun's at
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Waiting at the train tracks
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Ginger is arguing in her head
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With her boss - some bullshit hen
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Well, Ruth, she walks down the platform
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In black
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She says it's good to be back
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In the city - the big brick hive
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Ruth says, "When all else fails
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Dig the hippie shit like it's working."
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Ginger gets frustrated
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And Ruth just shifts round the wording
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"Ginger, you're so good to me
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But your worry is disconcerting."
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"Ruth, don't overthink it!
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Now come back to bed I'm just bursting."