| Once I was something but I can’t remember
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| Whatever that something should be
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| Once I was something but I can’t remember
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| Whatever that something should be
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| Mostly I’m scattered with castaway matter
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| The usual stuff that you see
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| Hours and hours of televised time
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| And occasional pieces of me
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| Once I was something but I can’t remember
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| Whatever that something should be
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| Hours and hours of televised wind
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| And occasional pieces of me
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| I still got the hole where my heart was
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| And the head where my mind used to live
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| And the rest of my body was once kidnapped by aliens
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| Who took most everything I’ve had to give
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| There’s palm trees and milky machine guns
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| And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea
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| Hours and hours of televised wind
|
| And occasional pieces of me
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| And I still got the hole where my heart was
|
| And the head where my mind used to live
|
| And the rest of my body was once kidnapped by aliens
|
| Who took most everything I’ve had to give
|
| There’s palm trees and milky machine guns
|
| And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea
|
| Hours and hours of televised wind
|
| And occasional pieces of me
|
| And once I was something but I can’t remember
|
| Whatever that something should be
|
| Hours and hours of televised time
|
| And occasional pieces of me |