All the way down, presume that there's no one in
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I feel like I'm an old post man,
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wondering which name will fit
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For the door covers the emptiness
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I've got a letter from nowhere to nowhere.
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It must be an old poem
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So I dig up ground beneath the umbrella
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Some wind is gonna find this message
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Some margaret will weave the passage
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All the way through Now that
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I'm watered by the sky
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Not by humans quite puzzled
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With the bills of forgiveness
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And the bills from psychologist
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Thanks that I'm just what I am
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Too flush to be in here
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It's very nice of you, honey
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You'll let me fly above my umbrella
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Someday, my soul will settle down
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Someday, my friends will be on their own
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We'll sing along
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No mom and no pop, No babies and no dogs,
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No news and no wars
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No cars and no towers,
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No candies and no wines,
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No movies, no V.C.R.
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No watches no mirrors,
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No yourself and myself myself
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House
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