the curtain's a sea anemone
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in the way it sways
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to the slow breeze
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I lie spread out on the floor
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looking at these things
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and most of them are yours
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and it's so nice
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sitting very still
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without those old shoes
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I could never fill
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starfish with its arms out in a daze
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staring at the stars
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through an ocean haze
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was I one you wished upon?
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burned out like a lightbulb
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when you turned me on
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and it's so nice
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sleeping here all alone
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with my ashtray and
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white courtesy telephone
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now I'm making out the shapes
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like the shower rod - can it take my weight?
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I will tell you I am fine
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I got some news, friend, feels like I'm dying
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turtle on its back in the desert sea
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and you look like a cool drink
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just slightly out of reach
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draw myself into the shell
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waiting on a sign from god
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or a nod from hell
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and it's so nice
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sitting very still
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without those old shoes
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I could never fill
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now we're turning on the lights
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it's the first day of my second life
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take my name off of the lease
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you can even keep the name it never suited me
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Sea Anemone
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| Jets To Brazil |
