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Astronomy and Pharmaceuticals (Lyric) by wilco
And so, the constellations move
on a wire across an empty room.
And your eyes reflecting chemicals
that we loved back in the golden days.
You went to school and studied astronomy
in your spare time and got into a new scene.
And I hung around down at the pharmacy
forgetting everything Iâd learned.
Chorus:
(Oh, no)
The musicâs almost (gone)
and Iâve waited for so (long)
and I canât wait to get
back to the golden days.
Bridge:
We listened to NPR and I talked about becoming a liberal
and I would play guitar as you learned about being cynical.
Counting the stars that lit up the Memphis sky
on our way down to the ticket line.
In this smoke-filled room the show never starts on time
but these, these are the golden days.
(Oh, no)
The musicâs almost (gone)
and Iâve waited for so (long)
and Iâm so glad that
these, these are the golden days.
*The parts in parentheses are harmonies in case you were wondering.
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