| Back full of knots
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| Head floating with astronauts
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| Trying to land on the moon
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| Every one of them talks
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| Filling my eyes with Dalmatian spots
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| I look for quiet in my Honda pews
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| I took my troubles down to John Wayne
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| And I watched them fly away
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| I let a worry warm my bed
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| Put that monster in my clothes
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| You said he’ll be the guest if I’m willing to host
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| Because he knows as well as I
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| He’s always got a place in my mind
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| I can keep a secret in my head 'til it explodes
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| I took my worries down to John Wayne
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| And I watched them fly away
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| I hear a song humming in my walls
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| Like a scientist strumming a fuse
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| Maybe one day, I’ll hear
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| How the end of that chorus goes
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| And I’ll feel the dance burning in my shoes
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| I took my burdens down to John Wayne
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| And I watched them fly away
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| People filter through this old town like a collander
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| And the sky turns silver as a spoon
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| I draw another face through the window
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| Watch the sun rise through the nose, I know
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| In the heart of sadness, there’s a spirit of June
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| I took my sadness down to John Wayne
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| And I watched them fly away |