17Th St Treatment Centre

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[Intro]
 Using Riff for A chord
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[Verse 1]
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On the twenty-first day, the sun didn't hate me
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The food wasn't angry, the bed didn't sigh
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The ceiling said it's possible I might get my looks back
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On the twenty-first day of my stay here

[Repeat Intro]

[Verse 2]

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On the twenty-first day, I danced to the twelve-step
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Examined, admitted I'm powerless too
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Sang the one about the spring the cat ran away
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On the twenty-first day of my court-ordered stay here

[Bridge]

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The punk and the priest and the real estate agent
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The girl with no teeth and the shaking Marine
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The Serbian Deadhead who wears his sunglasses
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So no one can see at my eyes
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In for three weeks or in for forever
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Here at the 17th Street Treatment Centre
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Most of us probably not getting better
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But not getting better together