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The coffee was about to explode
Or was it a
knows
Nobody saw it
But for
The forecast predicted
The TV's ice

The became a baked Alaska
And if we out our spoons
The windshield wipers scraping
A work for dessert
If every course would put up a good fight

All that you build will probably someday
you'll be left with only Polaroids
So, what I want to is when the sky caves in
gonna pick up the pieces then

The signs, they all there before
A blink of barrette the waves down on the colonials
Everybody "don't get caught, darling, you gonna end up in a Folgers tin"
But even they the storm
And they me batty when they say things like that
'Cause you I've heard the stories, too
Oh heard the wives' tale
Where Polly at a of stale reunion bread
And got killed by one of her seven cats
Never did want an short-hair 'cause they've got bones to pick

All that you will probably fall someday
Then you'll be left with only
So, what I to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna pick up the then

I had a dream about Helena where she was strumming her cello it was a banjo
We got drunk and danced in the sand dunes 'till she
"Why don't we go and see that parade?"

And James with his beard which is to his knees, is
Probably in chewing on a coil of ginseng and he's
Writing me week about the big beautiful world
I kind of want to be a of it.

All you build will probably fall someday
Then you'll be with only Polaroids
So, I want to know is when the sky caves in
Who's gonna up the pieces then