| Now at regular party size
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| Waves crash on either side
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| Hes wearing polypropylene
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| Clutching at straws; |
| holding on to streams
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| What was he looking for?
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| Truth or was it Heaven?
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| Or did he just wanna go out with a bang?
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| So to speak…
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| Hes put his helmet
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| Steps out
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| Floats out into the sky
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| Goodbye.
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| Its funny but i
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| Can understand why
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| I wanna live
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| Where the traffic controllers
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| Are ballet dancers
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| And billboards painted over with colors
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| Where unkindness is fined
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| In numbers of roses.
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| And nobody feels like taking the commons.
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| Nobody feels like taking the commons
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| While some were meant for sea, in tugs boats.
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| Round the shore’s knee.
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| Milling with the sand and always coming back to land
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| For others, up above
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| Is all they can think of.
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| Up there with the birds and clouds
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| Where words don’t follow.
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| There are times when I would sit down for tea.
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| Some well-meaning companion will ask me.
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| «How's it going with everything?»
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| Quite nicely;
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| But I wanna live.
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| Where the traffic controllers
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| Are ballet dancers
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| And billboards painted over with colors
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| Where unkindness is fined.
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| In numbers of roses
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| And nobody feels like taking the commons.
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| Nobody feels like taking the commons.
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| Nobody feels like taking the commons.
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| Though time has soldiered on
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| I still think of upon him.
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| Waging with the sky;
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| Hes crying
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| Goodbye
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| What was he looking for?
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| Truth or was it Heaven?
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| Or did he just wanna go out with a bang?
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| So to speak… |