| Hey momma' I am such a selfish bastard
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| I stare through dirty windowpanes at fumbled d.n.a.
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| They stumble upright now we’ll come down to man-made foliage
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| Where all the crazies be, they’re crazy just like me
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| Except I’m sheltered from the cold
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| Oh darlin' hold me tighter so your teeth don’t have to chatter
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| We can smile
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| At putrid, senile faces taxing where our space is, man that’s love
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| Oh baby get me all fresh bent on stimulants
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| My stems is stout from the caffeine
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| Drenched petals fragrance and nicotine
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| And I’ll be asleep by 8: 30
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| In the morning wake me gently
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| Like a bird of paradise my agenda is my vice
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| And I’m all dressed up with nowhere to go, man
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| Get out man
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| Freak out man
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| I get a little jumpy when the phone rings
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| (Automations on the other line)
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| The headset robots waste time on a company dime
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| It’s another waste of time
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| But can you blame me?
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| When all the things I see
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| They came to me in dreams
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| Somewhere out in the spaced out back of my mind |