We're wondering what you're thinking, Arthur Nix
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'Cause ever since you rode your bike into that car, and were quickly
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Whisked away by ambulance, you've been so pensive and quiet
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Did your arm heal faster than your heart did, Arthur?
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Oh, if we had the power to trap anything that could hurt
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A human being inside a jar we'd send it far from Earth and watch
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It explode in the sun to the cheers of everyone
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But, alas, that can't be done
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So, Arthur Nix, we came to fix your bicycle
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Heavy things sure can come outa nowhere
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But when it's finished, we could take it for a ride
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You might need it to outrun what's on your mind
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That cast you've got on your arm's full of names
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But when the doctors take it off you'll sure be glad
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And in camp you'll play Four-Square everyday
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Just remember to remember it can still be just as fun as yesterday
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Heavy things can come out of nowhere - out of thin air - sometimes.
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Arthur Nix
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| Jupiter Sunrise |
