Can't think a straight line beyond the hill
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It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind
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A thrill almost in my reach
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If there's a way I could
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Feel the face of intelligence
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I'm a man, I would understand
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What a good head says...you're no me
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Can't see the forest for all
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The green, it all gets in my way
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Can't dig a desert without
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The need for old religion, for holy grails
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And a Jesus nail through the head
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For all the pain and misguided faith
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My mind erased before I had time
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To waste my afternoon
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Every thirty days a light goes on
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And brightens my backyard a yellow
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Dying sun
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I bite my tongue and swallow pride and blood
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On some other plane I have
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Become affected drawn and strange
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I'm inclined to blame
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My Mother for dressing me like a girl
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I don't know maybe that's kind of weird
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A teenage breakdown without the will
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Or without thinking
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Taking low roads and coloured pills
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Always searching
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Maybe then I would find
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A place in this mess
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It swells a vein that the only things
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That are keeping me awake
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Are re-runs of the Mod Squad and cartoons
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Like A Girl
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I Mother Earth |