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Do you really want to let her down?
Do you really want to draw a frown
Across her face?
Is there a way
To erase
The last few days?

And now the sky is looking pretty
But you can't see from the city
Cause the fumes reflect the light
From all the street lamps that are brightening the road

Now there's a boy she's going round with
And machismo is his hobby
And his hands have clumsy fingers
And they smell like old salami
But she knows
She's getting older
And it's too late
For starting over

And now the sky is looking pretty
But you can't see from the city
Cause the fumes reflect the light
From all the street lamps that are brightening the road

Oh yeah, she knows
She's getting older
And there's no time
For starting over

And now the sky is looking pretty
But you can't see from the city
Cause the fumes reflect the light
From all the street lamps that are brightening the road

But that's not me
No baby, that's not us
So take my hand
And we'll climb onto the bus
That's going anywhere but nowhere
Cause nowhere is here

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Jupiter is burning through the fabric of the sky
While Percy Lowell sits in prison asking himself why
They took his tiny telescope and broke his mighty spectacles
He would feel like Piggy if he knew who Piggy was
He can entertain himself with cardboard tubes and rolls of tin foil
He's a knight of humble honesty in a land of blurry vaseline

Television dinosaurs while aging ladies spit and snore
About the time the mayor's eyes were bigger than his stomach was
They laze about their Florida and hammer planks and nails together
Fashioning an ark to bear their glassware and their beards
To someplace where the sun can't get the space behind their ears
And singe the music they are hearing as they sink into the floor

Ease on through the storm doors to a world of broken record players
Cans of beans and dragon slayers straddled cross the covers
Of a thousand pulpy publications no one ever really read
They're used instead for starting fires in the forests of your head
While trumpet players bleat the first few bars of Aud Lang Syne
To all that vintage certainty you threw away to see her smile

Cleopatra's dining with a gentleman of fine repute
From towns across the water, he writes satire and plays the flute
And he hasn't got the faintest clue just what he's got himself into
She'll tantalize and brutalize his leanings like a lumberjack
She'll saw right through his meek opinions, rifle through his cheap decisions
Keep him in a closet till his buttons are all gone

Files locked in cabinets are rattling like castanets
They want to spill their payroll records out across the floor
The lock-box knowledge now corrodes as orators and bible codes
Lash around in puddles in the charcoal of the street
They want to reach for something more, they'll jam their feet into the door
To get a handhold on the rocky cliff face of your chest

Salmon hanging from a noose while newsprint paints the skyline brown
Advertising cheap horizons, women seeking clean apartments
Paint is fading from the street where thirty thousand pairs of feet
March in and out of mornings sucking coffee out of styrofoam
The streets are paved with promises as paisley patterned ostriches
Run freely past the ranks of squalid servants waiting in the hall

There seems to be no precedent in our records for this offense
We're gonna let it slide, but Jesus knows just what you did
This crime is something so unique, so graceful, elegant and chic
The motive seems irrelevant, logistics simply baffling
The fluid of a memory spills bluntly on the page
Where history falls victim to absorbency's cruel rage

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I never meant to be your guy
I never meant to sit and cry inside
While I put on
A face for watching you and her collide
Oh no, she's fine
I like the way her hair
Gets in her eyes

Are you crying cause the world's in love with you?
Oh, are you crying cause no matter what you do
You'll find a way to spend the day complaining
Over how you always go to bed alone?
Oh no, your phone
Is ringing with a name
I'll never know

I never told you that I wasn't lonely
I never told you I could make it on my own
And though it might as well be true
That's still a giant leap for you
Oh damn, your hands
Are shaking like small dogs
Here, take my coat

What could make me wanna fall in love with you?
What could make you wanna fall in love with me?
Oh, what could make me wanna fall in love with you?
Oh, what could make you wanna fall in love with me?