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Victims Family White Bread Blues Mary's New Dress At night my body stays home, my mind climbs over the fence To a place not too far where things don't have to make sense. And it takes with it things it collects trough the day, Snaps them together and molds them like clay. (Act 1) My head is a fish, my hands are fins, the only feelings I express "It's all so meaningless." And round and round, I skim the sea and then disappear until act 2 and 3. Picking up speed as the night drags behind, My logic transforms and then it stretches my mind. The edges get blurry and that harp starts to play As the facts dwindle down and the plot starts to sway. (Act 2) I was sittin' on the beach on Valentine's Day With the heart-shaped balloons all around. The bombing commerced, I went for my gun I jumped back in the hole and I was hit. As my leftover thoughts from yesterday's meal Turn into today's hunger pains they reveal A rippled reflection of things left unsaid in this nighttime playground, this cloud above my head. (Act 3) I was barreling down a hill in a big rig truck out of control Got to go real fast, I got to protect her, got to save my baby from the satanic stamp collectors. It's all so meaningless. |
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