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| Beck One Foot In The Grave Painted Eyelids I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids the world is your oyster and the trashbags are your kids the ceiling is invisible there's a bird sinkin' through the sky and every hour that passes is teachin me how to cry cuz it's lonely here in the ugly part of town the buildings are all vacant and the telephones are down there's a police siren singing like a tiger with no skin the sewer drain is glowing and I don't know what state I'm in and the river is on fire there's chemicals in the breeze and all the roads are blocked off cuz they're just too hard to see so cancel my appointments and set up a whole new show cuz I'm in need of a good hot meal and a life to call my own so get me a plate of money and get me a blanket and a chair the limitations are limitless they're floating through the air because it's real and it's true the things I see in you and there's nothing I wouldn't talk about you're the clearest dream that ever drifted by |
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