I don¡¯t know where things are
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It¡¯s so dark I have to feel my way around
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And listen to some little sound
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What¡¯s that
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Oh, but I¡¯m in my cave
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It¡¯s true, I can¡¯t get out
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But also they can¡¯t get in
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I suppose we always take our chances
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But when it¡¯s raining down diamonds
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And the rays of those things
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Puts you in a blinding dazzle of light
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Like you never saw before
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They have no comparison
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What Things Are
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Jandek |