| well you sure didn’t look like you were having any fun
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| with that heavy-metal gaze they’ll have to measure in tons
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| and when you look up at the sky
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| all you see are zeros
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| all you see are zeros and ones
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| you took my hand and led me down to watch a kewpie doll parade
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| we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
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| it’s not that I just didn’t care I must admit I was afraid
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| and I’m awfully glad my finger’s resting gently on the masterfade
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| the masterfade
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| I coulda played along
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| the masterfade
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| I coulda played Mah Jongg
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| but it just takes too long
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| and I just can’t remember
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| which way the east wind blows does it matter?
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| if we’re all matter
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| what’s it matter does it matter
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| if we’re all matter when we’re done?
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| when the sky is full of zeros and ones
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| I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain
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| I thought at last I’d found a situation you can’t explain
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| with GPS you know it’s all just a matter of degrees
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| your happiness won’t find you underneath that canopy of trees
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| if the green grass is 6 the soybeans are 7
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| the junebugs are 8 the weeds and thistles are 11
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| and if the 1s just hold their place the 0s make a smiley face
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| when they come floating down from the heavens
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| you took my hand and led me down to watch a papillon parade
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| we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade
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| you squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn’t be afraid
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| 'cause all the while your finger’s resting gently on the masterfade
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| the masterfade
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| I coulda played along
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| the masterfade
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| I coulda played Mah Jongg
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| but it just takes too long
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| and who the hell can remember
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| which way the east wind blows
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| when you’re lying on the ground
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| staring up at an inverted compass
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| I mean Christ who Knows? |