| I was lying in the shade where the dandelions grow
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| And asphalt is hollow and the rocks are broken down and brown
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| A not so popular part of town
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| We’d heard he was witty…
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| We’d seen signs of it all around the city
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| The people said
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| «Doo doo doo doo…»
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| «He's a landscape.»
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| «He's like a ruby lined in gold.»
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| «Yeah, shaped like a cockroach.»
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| «He smells good.»
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| These notions were hazy
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| Ordinary, a bit lazy
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| I was swinging on a branch outside, catching a ride when my resolve swelled
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| I will find him, I will
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| I have momentum still
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| Then I fell into an anthill
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| And the people said, «Doo doo doo doo…»
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| They carried me back to my doorstep
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| The sun was in my eyes…
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| But I saw him
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| I saw him a friend, a friend
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| I found in him a friend, a friend
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| And he went by the name of Steve Polyester
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| He said, «I am a landscape. |
| (YEAH.)
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| I am a ruby lined in gold (YEAH), shaped like a cockroach
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| I smell good.»
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| He was a landscape
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| Nonetheless, he would escape
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| But, it was for the best
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| This town will never be the same
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| Why’d he have to go?
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| Who is there to blame?
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| And the people said, «Doo doo doo doo…»
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| I saw him a friend, a friend
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| In him a friend, a friend
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| He started walking
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| He went farther than he ought to have gone
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| He went farther and farther
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| Until he was gone
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| He was a landscape
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| Come back |