| I thought I’d never see such an anomaly
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| But on the acetate it’s happening again
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| Found all she’d ever need: bright armor, noble steed
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| And he’s looking back at me like a Santa Ana Wind
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| I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried
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| I’ve been through this cross-eyed love
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| And I’m falling, hard breathing
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| Into the television
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| We may not know the hour it comes to pass
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| But we’ll know when it’s done
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| Two sounds metallically thrumming in harmony
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| Just adding scenery to this theater in the round
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| It’s all apparently a photo opportunity
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| It seemed like curtain call, but the lights are going down
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| I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried
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| I’ve been through this cross-eyed love
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| And I’m falling, hard breathing
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| Into the television
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| We may not know the hour it comes to pass
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| But we’ll know when it’s done
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| We really thought that we could mend society
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| Undo the apple tree or just build a better snake
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| And as for being loved, it’s not what you’re thinking of
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| More like a falling dream when you’re just about to wake
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| So no use in suing me for abstract imagery
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| I swear I saw it all just once upon a time
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| So when I pontificate I hope that you relate
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| Sometimes I worry I’m alone in my own mind
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| I’ve been tired and I’ve been tried
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| I’ve been through this cross-eyed love
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| And I’m falling, hard breathing
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| Into the television
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| We may not know the hour it comes to pass but
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| We may not know the hour it comes to pass but
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| We may not know the hour it comes to pass but
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| We’ll know when it’s done |