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The coffee was about to explode
Or was it a
knows
Nobody saw it
But for
The forecast frost
The radiated ice

The became a baked Alaska
And if we out our spoons
The windshield wipers beneath
A little work for
If course would put up a good fight first

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

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

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

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

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

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