Blue you radiant blue
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I don't know how you can stand next to me
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You you talk like a noose
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And only confuse my perplexity
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Now that I'm so sad and not quite right
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I could dance all night
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I could dance all night
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Shake your rattle-snake skin
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And become a part of society
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Wait on down the highway
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To see how far I'll come a-run a-run
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run running
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All that we had salvaged from the fire
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Was a waste of time
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(But) what a waste of time
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Should I trust all the rust that's on TV
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I guess with some distaste I disagree
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With quite a fashionable dispassion for
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The dispossessed under-stressed
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Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme
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And I don't care if you don't like it
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Or just don't see
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Now that we fattened the cow
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And set out to plow unknown enemies
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"Wow!" shouts the startled crowd
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"How now did you see what I did see?"
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the ravaged cabbage drifts on dark red skies
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and it looks so nice
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gee it looks so nice
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shout just let it on out
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confusion becomes a philosophy
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down we're reaching the town where we
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don't have to stand around and look
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over our shoulders
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hell I never knew was what we made it
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let's just take it slow IN THIS HOME ON ICE
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In This Home On Ice
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| Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |
