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My brain is made of straw
And my heart was forged from tin
My courage, although fierce, it is endangered.
My sunflowers still grow
Though my monkeys have no wings
My path is paved in gold and filled with strangers
And the city made of green
Was a mirage filled with diversions
And home is always just three clicks away.

Away.

My home was blown away
By a modern-age tornado
My aunt and uncle now live far away.
And the lady riding by
Doesn’t seem to make much progress
She’s always exercising, night and day.
And everything is black and white
Except these choices I am making
About the coloured boxes I could fit in
And the room it gently spins
Like a politicians promise
To fix the weather with a weathered wallet
That she’s gone and thrown away

Away.

I’m under the waves and I am under the weather
I’m under the pump and I am under the pressure
I’m under the spell of a life lived in leisure
I’m underperforming and so under-pleasured.

And that road it kept on winding
My companions were finding
That their memberships were ripe for cancelling
And that road it kept on going
I left my friends there knowing
Their questions were not fit for answering
No
My questions are not fit for answering.

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