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The sweet sound of patent approvalcomin’ down in a not quite fogThe sweet sound of patent approvalcomin’ down in powdery sparksThe sweet sound of patent approvalcomin’ down with holiday concernThe sweet sound of patent approval comin’down in a world of hurt In my opinion the drug is ready The warm hand of abject approvalcomin’ down

Illuminate the obviousit’s standing right here infront of uswhat our apartment doeswhen we’re not around does not concern us Simulate the obviousand it’s standing, standingright here in front of usjust what our apartment doeswhen we’re not arounddoes not concern us She’s the horrible estheteand she hates her ugly feetat a place where her friendsall meetshe

The beautiful lull,the dangerous tugwe get to feel smallfrom high up aboveand after a glimpseover the topthe rest of the worldbecomes a gift shop The pendulum swingsfor the horse like a manout over the rimis ice cream to himthe beautiful lull,the dangerous tugwe get to feel smallbut not out of place at all We’re forced

Me and the vivid girlin our hammock to the starsstaring into the fire before TV,the remote-control’s on Mars In the dope of the pigment,in the poetic state of mindin a flood of countrywe lay down to kill some time And we spoke languidlyof the Northern Beeand collecting dewdrops for teaunderneath the cannonball tree We were

Instructions from the manualcould not have been much more plainthe blues are still requiredthe blues are still required againpast territorial piss-postspast whispers in the closetspast screamin’ from the rooftopswe live to survive our paradoxes Men here of the secretthey pass in upholstered silencethey only exist in crisisthey only exist in silencepast territorial piss-postspast whispers in