| Said 'i don’t mean to shock ya,
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| But i’m gonna tell ya 'bout my chakra,
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| And about the accidental conception
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| Of the particle board for ya… OK Now uh.
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| She’s punch drunk, …abbrieviated
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| Outside the passenger window
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| An open mouth in the form of a butterfly catching net
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| The stars see her cold black eyes
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| Just above the belly of texas
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| She says 'i'm gonna get some opinion and im Going to put it in ya
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| Watch you foam at the mouth
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| And try and sing today
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| It’s impossible to gauge the path
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| Of a reciprocal conversation
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| We’ll just pass the exit to bombay
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| First mile reminiscent of a flock of snow geese
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| Landing on a glass pond
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| She says one last thing
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| Hey wait a minute, just one last thing
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| Dont forget to pick the needle up off the lockgroove
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| Its impossible to gauge the belly of texas!
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| …conversation…butterfly catching net
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| Cold black eyes landing on a glass pond
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| Accidental conception
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| Abbrieviated outside the passenger window
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| She said one last thing
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| Yeah just one last thing
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| Don’t forget to pick the needle up off the lockgroove |