Big stretch and not much sleep
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I got a couple of plam trees on each side of my cheek
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And it's a bright blue Saturday
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And the rummage sells the rubbish to me
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But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
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Over this bed of mine
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If I could climb these vines
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And maybe see what you're seein'
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If you were standing on the corner staring straight
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Into the eyes of Jesus Christ
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One porch, one dog, one cockroach only way to be
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I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
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I don't know if they belong to me
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But if I could buy the sky that's hangin'
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Over this bed of mine
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And if I could climb these vines
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and maybe see what you're seein'
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Sittin' at the edge of this building,
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Twenty stories below,
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A' twenty stories below
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Twenty stories below
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Twenty stories below
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I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat,
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And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
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I don't think that I can find easier way
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So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
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With a three armed man, you know I'll understand
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But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
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You should have been in my shoes yesterday
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St. Andrew's Fall
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| Blind Melon |
