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They build a ship each wintertime |
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for launch to sea before the storm |
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They don't just go from A to B |
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they go around and come around again |
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'cause out there's always a construction site |
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a Starbucks and |
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yet another Gugenheim |
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Youme knows what Meyou wants |
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Meyou knows what Youme wants |
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and it's granted |
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No more tassels on the hotel key |
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a phone line, a laptop |
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and a box of tangerines |
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They turn houses into homes |
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where earthquakes live with car alarms |
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mature mild-mannered catastrophes |
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They gift each other a thousand names |
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and take them off, take them off again |
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like excessive jewelry |
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Youme knows what Meyou wants |
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Meyou knows what Youme wants |
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and it's granted |
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They defend each other against the past |
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if the future isn't bright at least it's colorful |
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so burn the ship come spring |
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They fail, fail and try again |
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fall off a cliff, succeed, and fall, fall again |
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They have proven quite effectively |
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that bumblebees indeed can fly |
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against the field's authority |
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They invent each other ever anew |
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still they won't have a different view |
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of everyone or anything |
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Defend themselves against the whims of fate |
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question the statistics, accelerate |
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the status quo, deny the rules of gravity |
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But they don't use the word |
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once dropped it might break |
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They do not say that they have loved |
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for who can say |
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We were killed yesterday |
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Youme knows what Meyou wants |
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Meyou knows what Youme wants |
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and it's granted |
