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I got my pockets full of crackers
That ought to be enough to get me there
I'm takin a rocketship to the moon tonight
Is that alright?
Close my eyes and wave goodbye
Goodbye
It's all becoming weightless
It's all becoming meaningless
From this distance I can deal with anything and anyone and anywhere
But you're not there
You don't care
You can dream you'll fade
If you run away
But you won't get far
From who you are
Remember, you're always stronger then you think you are
You think you are
You think you are
Can you see me passing over?
I'm in a silver ship
Made of popsicle sticks
I painted all my memories like rainbows
And i finally know
If you wanna grow you gotta let go
You can dream you'll fade
If you run away
But you won't get far
From who you are
Remember, you're always stronger then you think you are
You think you are
You can dream you'll fade
If you run away
But you won't get far
From who you are
Remember, you're always stronger then you think you are
You think you are
You think you are
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I was born in the belly of a frog and my brain is a bottle of vodka
Dirt eyes, leather wings, and my arms are made of maracas
Do you find me attractive 'cause if we don't act now I might pass out
And I'm feeling so friggin' fine
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I was born in the belly of a frog and my brain is a bottle of vodka
Dirt eyes, leather wings, and my arms are made of maracas
Do you find me attractive 'cause if we don't act now I might pass out
And I'm feeling so fuckin' fine
I'm feeling so fuckin', I'm feeling so fuckin' fine
My boy my little boy boy left me behind a multi-bodied mess
I just need to feel good, and would you slip off your dress
It's just a quick fix, it's just a safety rope
How much dope would a woodchuck smoke if a woodchuck could smoke could smoke dope
My wife my pretty wife wife left me behind and I'm going crazy
I just need to feel good, let's go make a baby
It's just a dumb drug, it's just my safety line
I'm drunk on chicken blood, I'm feeling so fuckin' fine
I'm feeling so fuckin', I'm feeling so fuckin' fine
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The fields are overturned
The skies all been burnt
I am feeling rather strange
(?) drunk on whiskey
Princesses bred for fifty
I feel a little colder every day
Mother I'm not safe
You'll find me buried in the fields
With buffalo murdered for game
Mother will you say
That I'm dressed up for the kill
And there's something slowly wasting me away
You are my only friend
You are my wasted angel
And like before, you mean much more to me
You are my coming end
You are my jaded fable
And like before, you mean much more to me
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turn out the lights
kiss pillow goodnight
kill the sun but leave the other stars on
it'll all be okay
soon as all this noise fades
close your eyes and soon it'll all be gone
sometimes I feel like a little boy again
i wanna hide underneath my blankets all day
and the shadows on the wall are some of my closest friends
you've got everything to feel and nothing to say
i'll be alright
i just need the quiet
i don't wanna be out there anymore
please don't wake me
my world is finally fading
gone away to the way it was before
sometimes i feel like a little boy again
i dream of popsicle rockets i can fly to the moon
sometimes i never wanna open my eyes again
hold the night for morning's coming soon
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I was wishing my whole life
For a lightning wife
She had rain drop wings
Her fingers felt like velvet green branches
I was human she was god
But I was dressed up in lightning clothes
So she couldn't see that I was beneath her
And she said she'd stay for a while
So she took me to the sky
She never noticed that I had no wings
I felt her skin against mine
And the stars melted into dandelion wine
And her eyes are like sunflowers and thunderclouds
And her tongue is like raspberries in June
And I keep thinking that if I could only keep her distracted
She won't notice I'm not worthy of a lightning girl
And I remember the Christmas's without her
I was alone and drunk and staring at the tree
And she was whispering through the cracks in the window
But I couldn't hear her 'cause I didn't love me
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