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I was down in the city on a miracle street |
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I flailed like a swimmer through the summer heat |
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I was waiting for a friend that I needed to meet |
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And I's hoping she was bringing with her something sweet |
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And I's hoping for an open little opening |
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And I suffer for a groovy little happening |
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But it's all going wrong just like they sing in that song |
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The song that I wrote about you that they put on TV |
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The TV that I gave you cuz you wanted to see |
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But all you saw were spaces where the people used to be |
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A hundred bastard voids with their pull on me |
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In the valley of death you'll be breathless, and free |
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You'll be dancing like a fool near the solar sea |
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You'll be twitching like a drunk in a pharmacy |
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You'll be swatting at the flies in your papillion |
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Where the millionaire just blew a gazillion |
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The finger nails are all hot vermillion |
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And the traffic grinds down to a stand-stil-ion |
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And the mynah birds are pecking at the carrion |
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And you read it already in Hyperion |
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And you read about my trial in the clarion |
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A sack fool of aches I've been carry'n |
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When the lights turn green I diss(?) all of the screen |
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When the lights turn red I put the whole thing to bed |
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Well I've got a fever |
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And I'm feeling fainter |
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I'm a dim receiver |
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I'm a cold war painter |
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If you can just hold still |
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I will make you all so beautiful |
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When the lights turn blue I know what to do |
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I'll drown my sorrows in an ocean or two |
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And the pretty little things with their magnets and rings |
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Blooming like a flower through a series of springs |
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Thank you fate and the freight(?) that you brings |
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Thank you Fortuna and that song that she sings |
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Thank you to my manager for letting me live |
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Thank you to my friends and the friends that you're with |
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Thank you to the lord who created all of this |
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There's a whole lot of hurt before you get to the bliss |
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Why even Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss |
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But that was long before that he got in Show Biz |
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Well I understand the land, and the land ain't no sea |
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But when I try to walk I'm sinking you see |
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So I got a fever |
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And I'm feeling fainter |
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I'm a dim receiver |
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I'm a cold war painter |
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If you could just hold still |
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I will make you all so beautiful |
