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In the field of my mind
I dance among the turnips
And look into the sun
To swallow it whole

I cook myself a new life
With an extra set of eyes
And the wooden woman calls me
As only she knows how

I can feel it all from here
Every flavor in the rainbow
It doesn't make any sense
That's the point - don't you see?

Look into the fan
While the woman has her way
Breathe into the carpet
Said a purple plastic rain

And I can't tell you how to trim your
Fingernails to help you stop the Rain

The flower holds a secret
With such simple curves
Tears can stop a monster
If red is not as dry

I can taste it all right now
Every [Em]moon in the sky
It doesn't make any sense
Now can't you see why?

With a simple little movement
I'm told all I need to know
But you're taken by an olive
To watch the river flow

I could really use another
But you're naked instead
With pink and blue and purple
match to save my soul

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from By The Time We're Through, released September 2, 2011
Written by Brian Baseggio

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