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I was down in the city on a miracle street
I flailed like a swimmer through the summer heat
I was waiting for a friend that I needed to meet
And I's hopin' she was bringin' with her something sweet
And I's hopin' for an open little opening
And I suffer for a groovy little happening
But it's all going wrong just like I sing in that song
The song I wrote about you that they put on TV
The TV that I gave you 'cause you wanted to see
But all you saw were spaces where the people used to be
The hundred bastard voids with their pull on me
In the valley of death you'll be breathless and free

You'll be dancing like a fool by the swollen sea
You'll be twitching like a drunk in a pharmacy
You'll be swatting at the flies in the pavillion
Where the millionare just blew a gazillion
Fingernails are all hot vermillion
When the traffic grinds down to a standstill(ion)
And the mynah birds are pecking at the carrion
And you read it already in Hyperion
And you read about my trial in the Clarion
A sack full of ashes I've been carrying
When the lights turn green I dissolve the screen
When the lights turn red I put the whole thing to bed

Well I got a fever
And I'm feeling fainter
I'm a dim receiver
I'm a Cold War painter
If you can just hold still
I will make you all so beautiful

When the lights turn blue I know what to do
I'll drown my tomorrows in an ocean or two
And the pretty little things with their magnets and rings
Blooming like a flower through a series of springs
Thank you Fate and the freight that she brings
Thank you Fortuna and the song that she sings
Thank you to my manager for letting me live
Thank you to my friends and the friends that you're with

Thank you to the Lord who created all this
There's a whole lotta hurt before you get to the bliss
Why even Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss
But that was long before that he got in show biz
Well I understand the land and the land ain't no sea
But when I try to walk I'm sinking you see

So I got a fever
And I'm feeling fainter
I'm a dim receiver
I'm a Cold War painter
If you can just hold still
I will make you all so beautiful

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