The breath of the morning, I keep forgetting
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The smell of the warm summer air
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I live in a town where you can't smell a thing
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You watch your feet for cracks in the pavement
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Up above, aliens hover
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Making home movies for the folks back home
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Of all these weird creatures who lock up their spirits
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Drill holes in themselves and live for their secrets
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They're all uptight
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I wish that they'd swoop down, in a country lane
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Late at night when I'm driving
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Take me on board their beautiful ship, show me the world as I'd love to see it
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I'd tell all my friends but they'd never believe me
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They'd think that I'd finally lost it completely
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I'd show them the stars, and the meaning of life
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They'd shut me away, but I'd be alright
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Alright
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I'm just uptight
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Subterranian Homesick Alien
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| Radiohead |
