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Religion is just like that whiskey that you drink, son
A little will get you into the spirit
too much and you just might come undone
You see, things get scary when I'm alone
I send all these messages
but they'll never catch me
I never pick up the phone
But, yeah, I wrote it all down
You know that they'll find it after you're gone
and wonder how much of you there is in them
The street lights on
My eyes half-closed
That little-lamb dance in my head begins to wander
Before I can stop to give them their numbers
they begin to run
away
With left-and-rights swinging
without touching the ground
you're already on your way
back to
Genetown
Your backpack's full, you're off to
Genetown
Bicycle knows the way to
Genetown
Genetown, USA
We no longer experience miracles collectively
No pillar of fire in the sky to lead us back home
But since my brother found me
I've realized that life belongs to God
and to God alone
Before I could stop
to give her a number
she began to run
away
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With left-and-rights swinging
without touching the ground
you're already on your way
back to
Genetown
Your backpack's full you're off to
Genetown
Bicycle knows the way to
Genetown
Genetown, USA
With one foot in the lawnmower
and one foot in the parade
Humming to myself
"Come Fly with Me" and "Put Your Dreams Away"
No one here will notice you
shaking your big toe
from what remains of your shoe
Oh, that trim lawn that you maintain!
Oh, the urges that it restrains!
Hear the laughter of strangers?
It's your face in the pie
Can't you hear me sing
"Come Fly with Me" and "Put Your Dreams Away"
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Put your dreams away
I'm not going away
No one will catch me
What's past is past
Don't bother me
when I cut my grass, alright?
I don’t want to go back
Please don’t make me go back
But it’s a question of need
and my will is weak
I don’t want to go back
but I’m just going to have to
Already on your way?
Back to
Genetown
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