All this talking
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you'd think I'd have something to say
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but I'm just talking
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like a siren getting louder and farther away
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from the energetic kids in the park yes that was me
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breaking glass and pretending to start
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something big
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some new taste
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Did you wander
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as my voice went from station to station to state?
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Some loud thunder
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sometimes there's no telling if we're ok
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there are buildings up for sale on the other side of town
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which are falling down for people
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to stand in their place;
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to try to make something great
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That's just a part of the story
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And it could be maybe something complete someday
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At the end of the quarry
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yes that was me digging holes for all the world to see
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A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
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and slap us all on the teeth
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But there's always more unless I'm mistaken
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tell me when do mouths close
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and people gracefully retreat
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New York calling
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at the bottom of the ocean city gritting its teeth
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but there's no telling
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from the telepathic Mrs. Crying on live TV
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Whoah the misanthropic topical arrangement
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that is met with a shark bite by the terminal patient
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That's me
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Am I late?
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That's the state of my story
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and it may be one day something complete
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At the end of the quarry
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I have dug a hole for all the world to see
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A cannonball as big as the ocean could come from the sky
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and slap us all on the feet
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but there's always mre unless I'm mistaken
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Tell me when do mouths close
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and people gracefully retreat?
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Some Loud Thunder
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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah |