He eats an avocado
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Writes novels on her navel
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Climbs out her bedroom window
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While she's asleep
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She speaks of venom cobras
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Dark mater, supernovas
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Car crashes and tsunamis
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That bring the rain
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He talks with great bravado
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Drinks baby shirley temples
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Fights with a palm of marbles
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Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
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She squeeze the honey bottle
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On an over-ripe tomato
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Don't care when all the ants go
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Right up her skirt
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Nobody Knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
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Nobody knows
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
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Nobody knows
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They met one summer party
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Eating banh mi with the cabbies
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Throwing empties at the police
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Oh how they laughed
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She cut a smokey figure
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She splintered in his fingers
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So deep that even tweezers
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Couldn't pull her out
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They danced in tiny halos
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Like moths around a candle
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Or atoms too unstable
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But they don't care
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
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Nobody knows
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
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Nobody knows
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We leave a healthy corpse
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We beat a dying horse
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We leave the headlights on
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We write a swan song
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Will you get eulogized?
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Will you have apologized?
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Were you running high tonight?
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Will you even care?
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
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Nobody knows
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
|
Nobody knows
|
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
|
Where the grind grows
|
Nobody knows
|
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
|
Where the grind grows
|
Nobody knows
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Nobody knows
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Where the time goes
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Where the grind grows
|
Nobody knows
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Paul's Grotesque
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| Man Man |
