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Big stretch and not much sleep |
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I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek |
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And it's a bright blue |
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SaturdayAnd the rummage sells the rubbish to me |
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But if I could buy the sky that's hangin' |
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Over this bed of mine |
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If I could climb these vines |
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And maybe see what you're seein' |
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If you were standing |
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On the corner staring straight |
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Into the eyes of |
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Jesus Christ |
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One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be |
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I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots |
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I don't know if they belong to me |
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But if I could buy the sky that's hangin' |
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Over this bed of mine |
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And if I could climb these vines |
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And maybe see what you're seein' |
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Sittin' at the edge of this building |
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Twenty stories below, a twenty stories below |
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Twenty stories below, twenty stories below |
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I can't tell you how many ways that |
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I've satAnd viewed my life today but |
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I can tell you |
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I don't think that |
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I can find easier way |
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So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand |
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With a three armed man, you know |
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I'll understand |
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Pockets full of crappiness can't piece together my day |
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So I pose myself this question |
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Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade |
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I got my head buried in this pillow |
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I got my head buried in this pillow, so low |
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But you should have been in my shoes yesterday |
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You should have been in my shoes yesterday |
