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burn burn the papers, pick off the mines
ten thousand blackbirds, and an open end of lines
climb climb the ladder, pull out the stops
suit up the apple of an eye that never drops
and give my regards to the lamp inside your head
that flicks on and off when the world is looking dead
and looking upside in and turning inside out
the trials and errors leave behind the trail of doubt
knock knock the doctor, who's who is me
open the barrel and the sugar's in the tea
dumb down the pictures, leave in the words
talk about the weather, it's a sight that's to be heard
and pay my respect to the window in your heart
that opens the door to the world when we're apart
and we are upside in and turning inside out
the trials and errors leave behind the trail of doubt
see it's upside down as this time goes by
all the words that pour out of my mouth are a lie
don't ever see people run, but i hide
forget myself
cross cross the country, it smells round the bend
pours out the pavement of a night that never ends
check check the checkers, they're bad for your health
love is finding someone that stops you from thinking about yourself
burn burn the papers, pick off the mines
ten thousand blackbirds, and an open end of lines
climb climb the ladder, pull out the stops
suit up the apple of an eye that never drops
and give my regards to the lamp inside your head
that flicks on and off when the world is looking dead
and looking upside in and turning inside out
the trials and errors leave behind the trail of doubt
knock knock the doctor, who's who is me
open the barrel and the sugar's in the tea
dumb down the pictures, leave in the words
talk about the weather, it's a sight that's to be heard
and pay my respect to the window in your heart
that opens the door to the world when we're apart
and we are upside in and turning inside out
the trials and errors leave behind the trail of doubt
see it's upside down as this time goes by
all the words that pour out of my mouth are a lie
don't ever see people run, but i hide
forget myself
cross cross the country, it smells round the bend
pours out the pavement of a night that never ends
check check the checkers, they're bad for your health
love is finding someone that stops you from thinking about yourself
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