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Throw away your greatest hits
You left them here the day you split
Your bass guitar and shag CD
Well, they don't mean that much to me
Right now I'm going through your things
These days, I'm changing all my strings
I'm gonna write you letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I want to see your reaction
I want to see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
Where you've been hiding out
Are you getting somewhere?
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?
You won't get too far from me
Believing everything you read
Wasted in the great unknown
And I am finally ready to dispose
Of all your vintage clothes
Your drugs and every secret code
I'm gonna write you letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I want to see your reaction
I want to see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
Where you've been hiding out
Are you getting somewhere?
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?
From your red balloon, you were
A super high tech jet fighter
Floating over Planet Earth
Come back down here, I'll show you where it hurts
Take this bitter pill
Is it easy to swallow?
I'm gonna write you letter
I'm gonna write you a book
I want to see your reaction
I want to see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
Never coming down
And are you getting somewhere
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam, Amsterdam?
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In the backyard
In the garden
you were always there
digging down where roots would burrow underneath
now the grass is always overgrown
and the weeds are choking out the sun
pretty soon they'll come under the door
and you don't care
In the backyard
since last summer
almost nothing left
just some pieces of the roots that once dug in
and the grass is always overgrown
and the weeds are choking out the sun
why do you still come home anymore
when you don't care?
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5a.m. March 16
Jesus on the radio
You took a photograph of me
In your yellow bucket seat
It's too high it's too wide
You're so low you don't know
To get through to go around
So don't look back
There ain't nothing there to see
Was once like you
Can't say I recognize that face
In that picture that you keep
It's too high it's too wide
You're so low you don't know
To get through to go around
To get through to go around
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doesn't it bring you down
so many lights and sounds
call your mom on the telephone
tell her you're coming home
tell her there's not a chance
you're ever going to change the world
if you want to be free take a sip of this tea
join the red oyster cult
if you drink the whole cup you will never grow up
you will never grow old
remember when you were 14
you'd paint ever picture so green
call your mom on the telephone
tell her your muse is gone
tell her there's not a chance
you're ever going to change the world
just a few drops away you'll never want to
change the world
if you want to be free take a sip of this tea
join the red oyster cult
if you drink the whole cup you will never grow up
you will never grow old
call your mom on the telphone
tell her you're coming home
tell her there's not a chance you're ever
going to change
the world
just a few drops away
you'll never have to change
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Dorothy moves to click her ruby shoes
Right in tune with "Dark Side of the Moon"
Someone, someone could tell me
Where I belong
Be calm, be brave, it'll be okay
No more messing around and living underground
On new year's resolutions
By this time next year, I won't be here after long
I turn on, turn on MTV, the volume's down
Lips move, they say
It'll be okay
To tell you the truth, I've said it before
Tomorrow I start in a new direction
One last time these words from me
I'm never saying them again
And I shut the light
And listen as my watch unwinds
To tell you the truth I've said it before
Tomorrow I start in a new direction
I know I've been half-asleep
I'm never doing that again
I look straight at what's coming ahead
And soon it's going to change in a new direction
Every night as I'm falling asleep
These words repeated in my head
Voices calling from a yellow road
To come downstairs and say hello
Don't be shy, just say hello
To tell you the truth I've said it before
Tomorrow I start in a new direction
I know I've been half-asleep
I'm never doing that again
I look straight at what's coming ahead
And soon it's going to change in a new direction
Every night as I'm falling asleep
Those words repeated in my head
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