Staring out of his window as the world rushes by
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Arthur Robinson closes the glass and replies,
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"I dream of ballerinas and I don't know why?
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But I see Cadillac's sailing.
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I was born on the shores of the Chesapeake Bay
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Maryland and Virginia have faded away
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And I keep thinking tomorrow is coming today
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So I am endlessly waiting
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The comet is coming between
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Me and the girl who could make it all clean
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Out there in the shadow of the modern machine
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walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
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Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned
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With the girl in the mirror who spins when she spins,
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From where you think you will end up to the state that you're in
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Your reflection approaches and recedes again. Yeah
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And the comet is coming between
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Me and the girl who could make it all clean
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Out in the shadow of the modern machines
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Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
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I had a dream of a black car that shimmers and drives
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Down the length of the evening to the carnival's side
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In a house where regret is a carousel ride
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We are spinning and spinning and spinning
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There's a hole in the ceiling down through which I fell
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There's a girl in the basement coming out of her shell
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And there are people who will say they knew me so well
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I may not go to heaven..
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I hope that you go to hell!
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The comet is coming between
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Me and the girl who could make it all clean
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out there in the shadow of a modern machine
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Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream
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In his dream.
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St. Robinson in his dream.
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Some people are never quite what they seem
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Come on baby come on baby
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Lets just Get into my car and drive.
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Saint Robinson In His Cadillac Dream
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| Counting Crows |
