On Norwood Avenue there was a shop
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Where on my way to school each day I'd stop
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And in the window I would see a scene
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Made up of miniature and tiny things
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The order and the small simplicities
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They sure made clear and perfect sense to me
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But then I turned and looked to see the world
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Where there's no sense and everything's absurd
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I ran into the woods and hid
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And from then on I knew there should be
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Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)
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Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)
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Gimme click gimme grid
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Now Norwood Avenue's a memory
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And all my memories mean so much to me
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But many years have passed and now I see
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It's all about the small simplicities
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Like beauty in the tiny hidden things
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And honesty between the beating wings
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But then I turn and look to see the world
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Where there's no sense and everything's absurd
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I run into the woods and hide
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And what I'll say before I die is
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Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)
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Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)
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Gimme click gimme grid
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If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I did
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Gimme click gimme grid
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If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I did
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Gimme click gimme grid
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If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I did
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Gimme click gimme grid
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If I claim that I did anything, I'll claim that's what I did
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Gimme Click Gimme Grid
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| Jason Lytle |
