I hear you've got a pocket full of words
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That you keep in the garage
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Together with the feather and the fireworks
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A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden
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Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom
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And they built you a model airplane
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Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field
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Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India
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"Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?"
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You can do what you want
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In umbilical town
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In a waterfront bar
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Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine
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The third time around she was born again
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She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars
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In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold
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And there ain't no consolation prize
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There is no backdoor to innocence
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Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten
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"Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?"
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You can do what you want
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In umbilical town
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In that waterfront bar
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I've been dreaming we were born together
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I've been thinking about it
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'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways
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I've been thinking about it
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How it's always worse than it appears
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Raskolnikov's out on the stairs
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Howling at the man in the moon
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They say he lost control
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Between the suburbs and the barrio
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Tired from too much too soon
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Now the air is thick with compromises
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We're always on the way
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So I take comfort in the only life I know
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Well you can do what you want
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In umbilical town
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At the waterfront bar
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In umbilical town
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You can do what you want
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You can do what you want
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You can do what you want
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Umbilical Town
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Gary Jules |