I'm alternating between heavy and light
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Between meaning and nonsense
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And having a drink
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I have counted all the lines on the road
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Between here and Los Angeles
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That pass straight below
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And I'm dreaming of a light, and it comes from your head
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'Cause you move just like you're a train
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Not like a car, no, no, it would never be the same
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And the light from your eyes is like the light from a cake
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I was thinking of a cake
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To lift off this burden
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To lighten this weight
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One sweet little cake
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Dervishes run the head of a pin
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We are sleeping like angels
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And living like devils again
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And I am waiting for the heaviness in the air to break
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And reveal some small, irrelevant truth
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'Cause we move like we are suspended in ether
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And the light from your eyes spills from the moon
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The Light From a Cake
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Camper Van Beethoven |