Drifting sideways is what I like on a Monday Sinking quietly and thinking violently What's that you say? Drivin through on a fulsome moon in the night time I can see what the city has done to the pipeline Hopeless sliding I want no fighting in my car It seems weird but the farmer has sheared over too far The birds are out but I see no doubt of a cure For all the things that go waiting within far are fewer
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