Swingline throughout the backyards of the midwest
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lean back, baby, in your seat on the train
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look through the window pane
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Look at that kid over there with no underwear
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and a silly dog who doesn't care
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his mother stretches to reach the clothes line
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while a mean neighbor leans on the population sign
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Non-stop through the backyards of the midwest
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eavesdrop, baby, from your seat on the train
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look through the window pane
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Some kinda Buick left in a stream
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it used to be somebody's' dream
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a town stares at the summer heat waves
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past a smooth afternoon,
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ready to close for the day
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Swingline
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| Adrian Belew |
