On the Town hall stairs
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They're sunbaking in pairs
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You try not to look suspicious
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But there's always someone
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Happy to remind you
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It snuck up behind you
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Everything slowed sown
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And then you came undone
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And first you hands don't work
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They're babies waiting to be born
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And then your lips don't work
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And someone's leaning on your horn>br>
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I came as fast as I could
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The street spun under my feet
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If it doesn't rain then it's a beautiful fountain
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And if you place a finger in front of your face
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And close one eye you can block out a mountain
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And then your mind takes flight
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Like it received a glancing blow
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And then your legs don't feel right
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You're sprouting roots where once were toes
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You wish to burn up the whole night
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And wake up in the same clothes
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All by itself magically the day begins
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And all across the world that costs nothing
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Past silent cars single filed up the street
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Thought they're all gone now they sure really took a beating
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It could make you depressed but maybe it's for the best
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That all we ever came to know for real was fleeting
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Like fire and wood
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A hairless chest
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Most electrical goods
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And pop starlets
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I'll tear the house down board by board
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So you might believe it yet
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Without our help magically the day begins
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And all across that costs nothing
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Fingertips And Mountaintops
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Darren Hanlon |