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the breath of the morning
I keep forgetting the smell of the warm summer air I live in a town where you can't smell a thing you watch your feet for cracks in the pavement High up above aliens hovet making home movies for the folks back home of all these weird creatues who lock up their spirits drill holesin themselves And live for their secrets They're all up-tight I wish that they'd swoop down in a country lane late at night when I'm driving Take me on board their beautiful ship show me the world as I'd love to see it I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me they'd think that I'd finally lost it completely I'd show them the stars and the meaning of life they'd shut me away but I'd be allright I'm just up-tight |
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