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Titillations been replaced |
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By interstate, brick face and coffee mate |
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And by a list of phone calls |
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You'll like to make |
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Where you could sit on the edge of your bed |
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And you could stare into your own shoes |
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And in the pools of light there |
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Go wherever you choose |
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Just rig up a complication |
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And if it derails |
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You can throw away the rudder |
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And float away like vapour trails |
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There's nothing funnier than pride |
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In an utterly confident stride |
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So I pulled the car on over |
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To give you a ride |
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Damn this sleepy weather he said |
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As he marched in sopping wet shoes |
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Through rain pools evaporating |
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He says in this sign I'll conquer you |
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I pulled the car on over |
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To give you a ride |
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But there's nothing uglier |
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Than a man hitting his stride |
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Past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts |
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Lleaning over their hoes |
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Now the morning's over |
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It's time to let them sprinklers hose |
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Past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms |
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And fields of muscle quilted to the bone |
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Right now I'm flying over |
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Yeah, right now I'm flying home |
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Where I can sit on the end of my bed |
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And I can stare into my own shoes |
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And in the pools of light years |
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Go wherever I choose |
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And throw away the rudder |
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And tloat away on vapour trails |
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I rigged up a complication |
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Totally derailed |
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So I throw away the rudder |
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Float away like vapour trails |
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I pulled the car on over |
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Throw away the rudder |
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Throw away the rudder |
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Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) |
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Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) |
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Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) |
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Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) |
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Throw away the rudder (float away on a vapour trail) |
