A certain smell
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A Saturday
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Can soften the fall
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Can cushion today
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The sun will sip the ocean through a short straw
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Before it rots the skin from my bones
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Today I write shorthand letters
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Tomorrow step on cracks and glass windows
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I was feeling like a beetle on his backside
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So now I'm kicking for fun
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Riding high on clouds of mystery
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Can't see straight so I'm keeping busy
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My brain can ruin anything
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That's why I stopped thinking
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Born to silver screens and broken radios
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The plan that has no ending
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Doomed to light the streets and line the garbage cans
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With useless inspiration
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Point us to the places we can be
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You'll find us somewhere hanging from the trees
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Let's address the way to feel
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I was feeling like a reasonable adult male
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So now I'm sleeping for fun
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Pulling strings and pressing buttons
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Painting things to give them substance
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Our brains can ruin anything
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That's why we stop thinking
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