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I got a postcard from a volcanoSomething 'bout a weather changeLooking for a new townHope to see you soonSincerelyMy my things have changedI wrote these words upon the ceilingNow I'm walking on the pageThat kept my broken worldEveryone's a gold mineEveryone's an empty veinEveryone's an open handed blind magicianEveryone's a millionaire looking for a copperDown on old factory roadCarving wooden spectaclesIs nothing more than wishful thinkingRead it on the line belowSome things never changeLife is but a festivalColoured gold and green and purpleDeath is never what you knowLove is never saneI spent a month in addictionsI'll never hail a cab againMaybe I'm suspiciousMaybe I'm afraid
I got a postcard from a volcanoSomething 'bout a weather changeLooking for a new townHope to see you soonSincerelyMy my things have changedI wrote these words upon the ceilingNow I'm walking on the pageThat kept my broken worldEveryone's a gold mineEveryone's an empty veinEveryone's an open handed blind magicianEveryone's a millionaire looking for a copperDown on old factory roadCarving wooden spectaclesIs nothing more than wishful thinkingRead it on the line belowSome things never changeLife is but a festivalColoured gold and green and purpleDeath is never what you knowLove is never saneI spent a month in addictionsI'll never hail a cab againMaybe I'm suspiciousMaybe I'm afraid