When I was a little boy I threw away my action toys
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I became obsessed with operation
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with Hearts and minds and certain glands
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You learn to keep a steady hand
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And thus began a morbid fascination with...
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sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
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sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking
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Do you wonder where the self resides
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Is it in your head or between your sides
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And who's going to decide its true location?
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cause it's a question for the centuries
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from communion to mad cow disease
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but is it worthy of a song - all life's location?
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oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all within the kingdom of afar
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call them thoughts and metaphor-inations
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they call them
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sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
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sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking
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does the thought of bowels red and black
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the thought of tongues that taste you back fill you with a nauseous elation
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where a simple trip to the grocery store could fill you with an abject horror
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can you taste the misery of those crustaceans?
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oh and the sweetest sweetbread of them all
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within the kingdom of afar should've caused some silent machinations
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they call them
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sweetbreads, I could taste what you were thinking
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sweetbreads, that's the taste of neurons thinking
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aw, I could taste what you were thinking
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oh, give me your thoughts about sweetbread
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Sweetbreads
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| Andrew Bird |
