there are men in shades, just standing around.
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these bleeding stars, the paradox.
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let the eyes of god be our guide to find a gentle path.
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there's a broken record playing a tune.
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to the floating waves of the antennas.
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and you were just a little guy, and i was little too.
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and everything is just floating freely,
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just rocking around like a rocking horse.
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just jiggling around like silly putty,
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and who are you and i?
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and you were looking at me smiling,
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the aliens were just arriving,
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wherever they are headed next,
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speaking secret tongues.
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Secret Tongues
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| Adam Green |
