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I was looking for a new manure hole
Where to go without going down the sewer
And you came out
And you came out
I wasn't looking for anything physical
I didn't care about the new political
And you came out
From doubt to doubt
And you came out, out
How far do we go
Before we know who is who, is that you?
How high can we count
When the stars are out?
I know sometimes the sky's romantic
And that bag of thought I slept with is awfully dirty
But it doesn't count
From doubt to doubt
I was looking for the same manure hole
As a lapstick cowboy who probably knew her
And he wrote it out
From doubt to doubt
And you came out, out
I'm in love with you
Yeah, you know it's true, blue is blue, is that you?
How high can we fly
Before we die?
I was looking for a new manure hole
Where to go without going down the sewer
And you came out
And you came out
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