I accidentally touched my head
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And noticed that I had been bleeding
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For how long I didn’t know
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What was this, I thought, that struck me?
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What kind of weapons have they got?
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The softest bullet ever shot
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I stood up and I said, yeah!
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I stood up and I said, yeah!
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I stood up and I said, hey! Yeah!
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From this moment on
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Blaring like a trumpet
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Coming from above us and somewhere below
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The confidence of knowing
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Descending to relieve us of the struggle
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To believe it’s so
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I stood up and I said, yeah!
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I spoke up and I said, hey!
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I stood up and I said, hey! Yeah!
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And it seemed to cause a chain reaction
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It had momentum, it was gaining traction
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It was all the rage, it was all the fashion
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The outreached hands had resigned themselves
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To holding onto something that they never had
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And that’s too bad
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'Cause in reality there was no reaction
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I accidentally touched my head
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And noticed that I had been bleeding
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For how long I didn’t know
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The Spark That Bled
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| The Flaming Lips |
