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If we were all born with a pylon between our eyes |
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Would we notice the grass |
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Through metal bars and siren cries? |
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I'm running on highways and dust |
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I've never been home but I know I must |
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If I am a mouth that bit the hand that gave me life |
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Then I'll kiss a chord |
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Suck from melody, my fertile wife |
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I'm having some trouble thinking straight |
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To put it in words |
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I hate to put it in words |
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To long for the lark, a fickle wish, a fleeting wing |
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But she won't be caught |
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Tethered down, and forced to sing |
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I'm having some trouble seeing clear |
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I'll never get home I fear |
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And I must be left, for a little while, to walk my road |
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The ways back are shut now |
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And I'll be left to tread alone |
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I want to go home |
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