in walked a man in the shape of a man
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holding a hat-shaped hat
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he held up two fingers and said 'how many fingers?"
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and i said 'Peace man, that's where it's at"
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i said you are what you do in order to
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prevent becoming what you're busy not doing
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and if you do do it truly
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then you arrive at it newly
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then in the end you are absolved
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and the problem of heaven is solved
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and the man broke into a smile,
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like he was breaking into a song
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and he was broken and smiling
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and i was singing along
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and we agreed completely agreetly about most things
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'til the sun set sweetly
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like it does in those paintings
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the ones they hang in hotel rooms
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the ones they bolt to the wall
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as though anyone would want to steal them at all
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we talked like children without breathing
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'til i stopped this lady as she was leaving
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and i said 'excuse me,
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but do you know what time it would be
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if we were on mars ?'
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and she held up her hand
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like a crossing guard stopping the cars
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and she said
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five in the morning
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in walked a man
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in the shape of a man
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holding a hat shaped hat
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Hat Shaped Hat
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Ani DiFranco |