| Sitting on a park bench on the D Low
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| Feeling like Clark Kent’s alter-ego
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| Throwing out bread smidgens
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| To the eager-to-be-fed pigeons
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| I could loaf around, laugh all day
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| But unless I got another loaf around, they fly away
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| I wish that I could fly too
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| I’d fly to a lake and sit in somebody’s canoe
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| I wouldn’t care if it were strapped with no oars
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| Cause I’d be in no rush to make it back to the shore
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| I’m not an athletic specimen
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| But I can float with the best of them
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| People tend to act real pushy
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| But you can’t put a strain on my brain, it’s too mushy
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| I just recline in the sun
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| Stumble through life until my time is done
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| Cause I-
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| Don’t need no better place to go
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| Don’t need more cash than banks can hold
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| You can catch me on a playground swing
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| Back and forth smilin' doing my thing
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| Passers-by often color me dumb
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| But I don’t care man, I’m comfortably numb
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| They looking at me real strangely
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| But their perceptions don’t change me
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| I bet if I jumped at the right trajectory
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| I’d fly right over them and land in a special seat
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| On the crest of the moon with a fishing pole
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| Cast in the earth in some distant hole
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| Pull up a catfish I wouldn’t gut it
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| I would play with it, and love it
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| I’m sorry for the hole that spanned your lip
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| A small price for good old companionship
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| Loneliness is a mountain, a massive climb
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| I’m on the other side, happy, just passing time
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| Don’t need no better place to go
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| Don’t need more cash than banks can hold |