Well, I clobbered you with hands so indescreteMarch around like
It's so meanIt's crueler than your dreamsAnd it's worse than
She comes to meIn her prewashed bright blue jeansBag sewn
Waited for an answerBut I waited for twenty five yearsThey
There's no time - a few hours to sleepJust drive
I scratched my fingerOn the door in front of youYou
I close my door at night,But they get in all
The newest clownHe cries an old type of tearsWatch them
I don't think you care - no, no, noAnd I
Watch an eyeballTake a free fallAt the mention of a
You're a blue ribbon surpriseA hot mold plastic dinosaurYou're a
In the colored light stands youThe end is in sight
Sight unseen, sadder seasSummer song sung all alongDragged across the
Sunday night and now I knowHow the night can pass
I wanna hear your sad sad voice come to me
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