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There’s something caught in my teeth
And a cricket that won’t let me sleep,
He sizzles like a radio
Another world away;
He laughs at me in my bare feet
My flashlight, robe and blown TV.
Reading an in-flight magazine
About Bob and Ray

I can see it all from here
I will fall with you
But I can wait up here
As long as I have to

Give me back my pots and pans,
Rocks and salt, gin and fruit
Take me where the grass is high
And savage to its bitter root;
Give me back my winter clothes,
Give me all my things,
Someone give that bug a new song to sing

I can see it all from here
I will fall with you
But I can wait up here
As long as I have to

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