The coffee beanery was about to explode
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Or was it a field
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Nobody knows
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Nobody saw it coming
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But for days
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The forecast predicted frost
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The TV's radiated ice
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The Toyota became a baked Alaska
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And if we took out our spoons
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The windshield wipers scraping beneath
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A little work for dessert
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If every course would put up a good fight first
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All that you build will probably fall someday
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Then you'll be left with only Polaroids
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So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
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Who's gonna pick up the pieces then
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The signs, they were all there before
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A blink of barrette the waves crashing down on the colonials
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Everybody said "don't get caught, darling, you gonna end up in a Folgers tin"
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But even they liked the storm
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And they drive me batty when they say things like that
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'Cause you know I¡¯ve heard the stories, too
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Oh I¡¯ve heard the wives' tale
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Where Polly at a load of stale reunion bread
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And got killed by one of her seven Siamese cats
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Never did want an American short-hair 'cause they've got bones to pick
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All that you build will probably fall someday
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Then you'll be left with only Polaroids
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So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
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Who's gonna pick up the pieces then
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I had a dream about Helena where she was strumming her cello like it was a banjo
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We got drunk and danced in the sand dunes 'till she said
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"Why don't we go and see about that parade?"
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And James with his beard which is down to his knees, is
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Probably in Asia chewing on a coil of ginseng and he's
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Writing me every week about the big beautiful world
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I kind of want to be a part of it.
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All that you build will probably fall someday
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Then you'll be left with only Polaroids
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So, what I want to know is when the sky caves in
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Who's gonna pick up the pieces then
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Coffee Beanery
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Casey Dienel |