| Some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
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| And propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar
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| And i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets
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| Under a sign that says grand opening
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| While my dog is waiting in the car
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| I wake up, i check out
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| I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean
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| Then i’m back out on the highway
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| And BANG that’s when i remember my dream:
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| We were standing in a garden
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| And i had a machine that made silence
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| It just sucked up the whole opinionated din
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| And there were no people on the payroll
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| And there were no monkeys on our backs
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| And i said, show me what you look like
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| Without skin
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| Science chases money
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| And money chases its tail
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| And the best minds of my generation
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| Can’t make bail
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| But the bacteria are coming to take us down
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| That’s my prediction
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| It’s the answer to this culture
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| Of the quick fix prescription
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| But in the garden of simple
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| Where all of us are nameless
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| You were never anything but beautiful to me
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| And, you know, they never really owned you
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| You just carried them around
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| And then one day you put 'em down
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| And found your hands were free
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| So now it’s early in the morning
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| At the longitude of memphis
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| And the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong
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| And the big plan is just to keep spinning
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| Cuz the big bang is only just beginning
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| And sometimes it’s all that we can do just to hang on
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| And what i meant to say is xxoo which means i’m thinking of ya
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| Which means i’ve been thinking of you
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| All along |