| You can’t sell me incense
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| My world smells good enough to eat
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| So let’s not eat, just smell the good and longing
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| Not owning
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| We’ll circle like insects
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| Incensing the grief-liquored herd
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| Have you heard an encouraging word from them?
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| They pretend to be so above it all
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| Or so they would have you think
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| I think no one thinks at all
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| You might show some interest
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| Your world looks good enough to eat
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| I see the ghost of a better world
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| Living in your disbelief in ghosts
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| Now everyone tells me they’re crazy
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| Crazy people aren’t so fucking boring
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| Wake me when you’re through being cool
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| Cause I’m snoring and hoping
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| To see you beside yourself
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| Show me the raw stuff of youth
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| Would you do it for yourself?
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| Or for me
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| We both need a change
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| Your fear of normalcy is hardly strange
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| Let’s be freaks, plain clothes police
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| Let’s be deliberate, 'cause it’s obvious to me
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| Deliberately weird is pretty obvious
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| So color me obvious
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| I just want to be happy half the time
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| And blue only when I have the time |