| I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
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| The world is your oyster
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| And the trash bags are your kids
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| The ceiling is invisible
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| There’s a bird sinking' through the sky
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| And every hour that passes
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| Is teaching me how to cry
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| Cuz it’s lonely here
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| In the ugly part of town
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| The buildings are all vacant
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| And the telephones are down
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| There’s a police siren singing
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| Like a tiger with no skin
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| The sewer drain is glowing
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| And I don’t know what state I’m in
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| And the river is on fire
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| There’s chemicals and debris
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| And all the roads are blocked off
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| Cuz they’re just too hard to see
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| So cancel my appointments
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| And set up a whole new show
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| Cuz I’m in need of a good hot meal
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| And a life to call my own
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| So get me a plate of money
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| And get me a blanket and a chair
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| The limitations are limitless
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| They’re floating through the air
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| Because it’s real and it’s true
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| The things I see in you
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| And there’s nothing I wouldn’t talk about
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| You’re the clearest dream
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| That ever drifted by |