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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, I've got a new found fangled
Fandango tango angle
And it keeps
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Standing on the corner, plastic cup in her hand
Standing on
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, You've been away for such a long, long time
Gone from
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Since I first saw him, I think myself blind
I look
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Step right on up, take a good good look
At the
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Well, piece by piece and nail by nail
It?ll all come
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, I?m a breather, mail receiver
Ad I don?t know where I
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, C'mon baby, move over, I'm sittin' here tonight
C'mon baby, move
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, She's got a ham in her handbag, a pig in
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Studies have shown that we like sheep are prone
To sure
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, It rained, it poured, rained so hard
Rained so hard all
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Feetlips, why do you do that way?
You know you?ll have
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, You've got me sitting on your mantle like a little
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, You know I've never been to Venezuela
But everything is fine
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, I was walking with my feet
A disposition fell over me
And
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, I saw you last night
My, my how indiscreet
Your self destruction
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Some say April is the cruelest
And though I can be
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Some people was an angry thin skinned man
Couldn't get along
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, I bear no grudge, even though my heart may break
Eternally
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Well, I am going on home, now I guess, I?m
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Some of these days, you'll miss your honey
Some of these
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Well, I can tell by the way you take your
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Viridian green
Was the color that triggered
The relapse that brought on
The
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Too long, you waited too long to come home
Now your
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, I have been driving all night
Bathing in fluorescent light
Of a
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, There was a time when I enjoyed Vidalia
There was no
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Wait, don't go too early
You're tired but everyone's tired
But no
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Everybody?s talking
Nobody?s listening
And everybody?s sweating
And nobody?s glistening
Nobody knows what he?s
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Elder green is dead and gone
Lost his way going to
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By Andrew Bird's Bowl, Well, you know sometimes
I find myself
Wishing for contentment
Hoping for relentment
Venting