Make a hole with a gun perpendicular
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To the name of this town in a desktop globe
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Exit wound in a foreign nation
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Showing the home of the one this was written for
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My apartment looks upside down from there
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Water spirals the wrong way out the sink
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And her voice is a backwards record
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It’s like a whirlpool and it never ends
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Ana Ng and I are getting old
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And we still haven’t walked in the glow
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Of each others' majestic presence
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Listen, Ana, hear my words
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They’re the ones you would think I would say
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If there was a me for you
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All alone at the '64 World’s Fair
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80 dolls yelling «Small girl after all»
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Who was at the DuPont pavilion?
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Why was the bench still warm?
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Who had been there?
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Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire
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To the horn on the pole at the bus depot
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And in back of the edge of hearing
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These are the words that the voice was repeating
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Ana Ng and I are getting old
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And we still haven’t walked in the glow
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Of each others' majestic presence
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Listen, Ana, hear my words
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They’re the ones you would think I would say
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If there was a me for you
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When I was driving once
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I saw this painted on a bridge
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«I don’t want the world, I just want your half»
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They don’t need me here, and I know you’re there
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Where the world goes by like the humid air
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And it sticks like a broken record
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Everything sticks like a broken record
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Everything sticks until it goes away
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And the truth is we don’t know anything
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Ana Ng and I are getting old
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And we still haven’t walked in the glow
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Of each others' majestic presence
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Listen, Ana, hear my words
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They’re the ones you would think I would say
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If there was a me for you
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Ana Ng and I are getting old
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And we still haven’t walked in the glow
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Of each others' majestic presence
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Listen, Ana, hear my words
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They’re the ones you would think I would say
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If there was a me for you
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Ana Ng and I are getting old
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And we still haven’t walked in the glow
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Of each others' majestic presence
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Listen, Ana, hear my words
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They’re the ones you would think I would say
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If there was a me for you
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Ana Ng and I are getting old
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And we still haven’t walked in the glow
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Of each others' majestic presence
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Listen, Ana, hear my words
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They’re the ones you would think I would say
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If there was a me for you |