the breath of morning
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I keep forgettin'
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the smell of the warm summer air
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I live in a town
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where you can't smell a thing
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you watch your feet
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for cracks in the pavement
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high up above
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aliens hover
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making home movies
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for the folks back home
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of all these weird creatures
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who lock up their spirits
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drill holes in themselves
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and live for their secrets
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they're all...uptight
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(Uptight x7)
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I wish that they'd swoop down
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in a country lane
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late at night when I'm drivin'
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take me on board
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their beautiful ship
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show me the world
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as I love to see it
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I'd tell all my friends
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but they'd never believe me
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they'd think that I'd finally lost it completely
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I'd show them the stars
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and the meaning of life
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they'd shut me away
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but I'd be all right
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All Right
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I'm just...uptight
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(uptight x7)
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Subterranean Homesick Alien
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| Gus Gus |
