Head in the clouds
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Head in the water
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When the waters break and the mud sucks up
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You're going to tremble
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Your origins and your last goodbyes
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You're going to tremble
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When the bowl is dry and the heat is mine
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When the dust is ours
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You're going to tremble
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With half an eye
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You're going to tremble, tremble
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It's the magic of fools that the words are no more
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Than fancy talk from shattered teeth and now
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To begin the beguine [wait]
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There goes another here, there goes another
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Don't you say, don't ever ask why to what you are
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Race along the road to rack or ruin
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Or where ever you are
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With half an eye I'll discover why nothing makes sense
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With half a lout in substance will out
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Hear me why I will not be torn from what is mine
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You're going to tremble
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It's the magic of fools in all the ways and all the ways
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Half an eye discover why that nothing makes sense
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You don't need me to see that I was never here at all
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You race along the road to wherever you go
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A lacquered head, a foreign tongue
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To help oblige this need to belong
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Fires crack crack crack
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You're going to tremble, tremble
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It's the magic of fools that the words are no more
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Than fancy talk from shattered teeth
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And now to begin the beguine
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Don't ever say, don't ever ask why to what magic is there
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All the ways in all the ways in I are apart
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Don't save one day, don't waste all day
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Don't waste all day, don't race
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Don't nail away to wherever you go
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My girl ain't anybody, my girl is somebody.
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Tremble (My Girl Doesn't)
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The Wolfgang Press |