From the top of the ocean - Yeah
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From the bottom of the sky -Goddamn
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Well I get claustrophobic
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I can you know that I can
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And he said:
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"I am not allowed much danger
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keep in line you're an old friend stranger.
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you'll burn me if effigy and I'll burn you in effigy."
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A rattle snake up in buffalo Montana
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he bit the leg of the old sheriff
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Ha! That boy fell down on his harelip -Ow! Ow!
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Well I might be wrong
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but you you tag along
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and we we all been wronged
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and I get dizzier by the mile
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Said hell! The money's spent
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went to the county line
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and paid the rent said "Uh-oh."
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Oh! If you could compact your conscience
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Oh! And you might.
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Oh! If you could bottle and sell it you might have done
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Oh! And you might
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Oh! If you could compact your conscience
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and sell it save it for another time
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you might have to use it.
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And the televisions gone
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Go to the grocery store, buy some new friends
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and find out the beginning, the end, and the best of it
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Well, do you need a lot of what you've got to survive?
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Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
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He sparkles shimmers shines
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let's all have another Orange Julius
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This syrup standing in lines
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The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
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so long, farewell, good-bye
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Take 'em all for the long ride
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and you'll go around town
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no one wants to be uptight anymore
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You can be ashamed
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or be so proud of what you've done
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but not no one, not now, not ever or anyone
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take 'em all for the sense of happiness
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that comes from hurting deep down inside
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Or you can walk th line and give a shit
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I'm on the corner of this and this and this and this
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and its all all wrong, and its all all gone
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Well, you can add it up and give a shit
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go to the family doctor
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Its all worth it
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and its all all gone, and its all all wrong
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Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine
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He sparkles shimmers shines
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let's all have another Orange Julius
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Thick syrup standing in lines
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The malls are the soon to be ghost towns
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so long, farewell, good-bye
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And the telephone goes off
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pick to receiver up, try to meet ends
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and find out the beginning, the end and the best of it
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Teeth Like God's Shoeshine
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| Modest Mouse |
