| It fell from midnight skies
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| It drummed on the galvanized
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| In the washroom, women tracked the rain
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| Up to the make up mirror
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| Liquid soap and grass
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| And jungle gardenia crash
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| On pine sol and beer
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| It’s stifling in here
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| I’ve got to get some air
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| I’m going outside to get some air
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| Back in my hometown
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| They would have cleared the floor
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| Just to watch the rain come down
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| They’re such sky oriented people
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| Geared to changing weather
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| I’m floating off in time
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| I’m floating off, I’m floating off in time
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| When I was three feet tall
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| And wide eyed open to it all
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| With their tasseled teams they came
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| To McGee’s general store
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| All in their beaded leathers
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| I would tie on colored feathers
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| And I’d beat the drum like war
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| I would beat the drum like war
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| I’d beat the drum, I’d beat the drum like war
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| But when the church got through
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| They traded their beads for bottles
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| Smashed on Railway Avenue
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| And they cut off their braids
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| And lost some link with nature
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| I’m floating into dreams
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| I’m floating off, I’m floating into my dreams
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| I dream Paprika plains
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| Vast and bleak and god forsaken
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| Paprika plains and a turquoise river snaking
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| The rain retreats like troops to
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| Fall on other fields and streets
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| Meanwhile they’re sweet
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| Talking and name calling
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| And brawling on the fringes of the floor
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| I spot you through the smoke
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| With your eyes on fire
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| From J and B and coke
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| As I’m coming through the door
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| I’m coming back, I’m coming back for more
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| The band plugs in again you see that mirrored ball
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| Begin to sputter lights and spin
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| Dizzy on the dancers
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| Geared to changing rhythms
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| No matter what you do
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| I’m floating back, I’m floating back to you |