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Back down off the sun |
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I need a light to tell the time |
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I'm sure the sky wants its black back |
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Air attack |
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So in love with the view |
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You bombast |
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It's just like a sunburn |
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But contagious |
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You really are outrageous |
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When you've got |
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Your bright ideas on |
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And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you |
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Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too |
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Ease up on your mouth |
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I can't make any words out |
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The fruitflies all buzzing out |
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Man, what are you getting to? |
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You may be right |
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And I may be wrong |
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I know that you've got to |
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Hang your bright ideas on |
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And I believe you when you say that the mail is killing you |
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Cause I believe the mail-man is slowly killing me too |
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You may say |
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I'm not here |