| You know I’m a giant adolescent
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| But you see this night is iridescent
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| You look through my mask of maturity but you don’t care
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| — well mainly you don’t care
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| In the garden, come close, we’ll do the foxtrot
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| Beg your pardon, my face is full of buckshot
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| I cram my bad ideas inside in your head
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| But you don’t care
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| — well mainly you don’t care
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| You know that time is going to tell that we’re all going to hell
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| And when we get there we will find it’s just an awesome state of mind and we’ll
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| love it
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| Girl you know I’m at your every whim but I can’t buy a grin
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| I couldn’t buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed
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| in embroidered leather
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| You know my grandiose delusions
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| Don’t have a point or a conclusion
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| You take my endless ramblings in your ears but you don’t care
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| -well mainly you don’t care
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| In the garden, you screamed from the hydrangeas
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| You came on slow and kind of dangerous
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| I lay perspiring on the grass with flowers in my hair
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| And drank the summer air
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| You know that time is going to tell that we’re all going to hell
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| And when we get there we will find it’s just an awesome state of mind and we’ll
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| love it
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| Girl you know I’m at your every whim but I can’t buy a grin
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| I couldn’t buy a grin if I was naked, tarred and feathered or entirely dressed
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| in embroidered leather |