| Here’s a version of tradition you can put in your drawer
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| In the desk where next to your chair’s the handle to your door
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| Dismantle the door handle, put the parts into your drawer
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| Say some words then make a sign, now open up the drawer:
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| The drawer can’t tell you more
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| Than to deal with the door
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| Now you object to objects actually meaning more
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| Than some pathetic, lame aesthetic stolling rone is famous for
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| Push the drawer closed, grab a firehose, point it at the door
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| Get it all wet, remember, forget what rock & roll is for
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| The drawer can’t tell you more
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| Than to deal with the door
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| Now you’re fishing for a mission way beyond the door
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| First you dream, next you’re scheming, searching through your drawer
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| For an oar for your trip bound for yet uncharted shores
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| Over-reaching, find me spieling, cataloging doors
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| The door’s a symbol for
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| These objects in your drawer |