| Titillations been replaced, by interstate brickface &coffemate
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| And by a list of phonecalls, you’ll like ta make
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| Where you could sit on the edge of your bed
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| And you could stare into your own shoes
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| And in the pools of light there, go wherever you choose
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| Just rig up a complication, and if it derails
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| You can throw away the rudder, &float away like vapour trails
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| There’s nothin funnier than pride, in an utterly confident stride
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| So I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
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| Damn this sleepy weather he said, as he marched in soppin’wet shoes
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| Through rainpools evaporatin', says in this sign I’ll conquer you
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| I pulled the car on over, to give you a ride
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| But there’s nothin’uglier than a man hittin’his stride
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| Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts, leanin’over their hoes
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| Now the mornin’s over, it’s time to let those sprinklers hose
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| Past hills of chambermaids’dark bare arms
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| And feilds of muscles quilted to the bone
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| Right now I’m flyin’over, Ya right now I’m flyin’home
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| Where I can sit on the end of my bed
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| And I can stare into my own shoes
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| And in the pools of light years, go wherever I choose
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| And throw away the rudder, float away on vapour trails
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| I rigged up a complication, totally derailed
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| So I throw away the rudder, float away like vapour trails
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| I pulled the car on over, (It's time to let those sprinklers hose)
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| WooЂ¦WooooЂ¦.Woooo — Throw away the rudder (4x, 1x, 2x) |