| Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole
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| I saw your legends lined up
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| And I never felt more natural
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| Apart, I just came apart
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| Please, please, please sister Socrates
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| You always answer with a question
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| Show some kindness to a petty thief
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| Forgive, you did forgive
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| Saw the migrants smoke in the old orange grove
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| And the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
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| You’ve been a father to me
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| In 1960's speak
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| In the comatose joy that we’re on TV
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| While the mountain’s side was shining
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| Wild colors of my destiny
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| I watched your face age backwards
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| Changing shape in my memory
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| You told me victory’s sweet
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| Even deep in the cheap seats
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| Hey, hey, hey mother interstate
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| Can you deliver me from evil
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| Make me honest make me wedding cake
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| Atone, I will atone
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| Wait, wait, wait mighty outer-space
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| All that flying saucer terror
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| Made me lazy drinking lemonade
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| A waste, it just went to waste
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| Like the Freon cold out the hotel door
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| Or the white rocket fade over Cape Canaveral
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| You’ve been a daughter to me
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| Your buried shoe-box grief
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| I felt your poltergeist love like savannah heat
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| While the waterfall was pouring
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| Crazy symbols of my destiny
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| I watched your face die backwards
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| Little baby in my memory
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| A lonely victory sweet
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| Even deep in the cheap seats
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| And you don’t judge me
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| That’s not your style
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| But I won’t see you for a little while
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| And there’s no worries
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| Whose got time
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| All these changes are going to fill your mind
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| Like the citrus glow off the old orange grove
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| Or the red rocket blaze over Cape Canaveral
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| It’s been a nightmare to me
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| Some 1980's grief
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| Gives me parachute dreams
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| Like old war movies
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| While the universe was drawn
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| Perfect circles form infinity
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| Saw the stars get smaller
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| Tiny diamonds in my memory
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| I know that victory is sweet
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| Even deep in the cheap seats |