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Said 'i don't mean to shock ya, |
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But i'm gonna tell ya 'bout my chakra, |
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And about the accidental conception |
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Of the particle board for ya...OK Now uh.. |
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She's punch drunk, .....abbrieviated |
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Outside the passenger window |
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An open mouth in the form of a butterfly catching net |
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The stars see her cold black eyes |
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Just above the belly of texas |
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She says 'i'm gonna get some opinion and im |
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Going to put it in ya |
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Watch you foam at the mouth |
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And try and sing today |
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It's impossible to gauge the path |
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Of a reciprocal conversation |
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We'll just pass the exit to bombay |
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First mile reminiscent of a flock of snow geese |
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Landing on a glass pond |
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She says one last thing |
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Hey wait a minute, just one last thing |
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Dont forget to pick the needle up off the lockgroove |
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Its impossible to gauge the belly of texas! |
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.....conversation....butterfly catching net |
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Cold black eyes landing on a glass pond |
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Accidental conception |
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Abbrieviated outside the passenger window |
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She said one last thing |
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Yeah just one last thing |
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Don't forget to pick the needle up off the lockgroove |
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[These lyrics are not exact, but they are VERY close] |
