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Clap Your Hands Say Yeah Some Loud Thunder

Amanda said you have to go Amanda said it's time to go She said I'm tired of being homeless, restless. I confess I am wrong Listen, we are Listen, we

I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your hand On a mission

something, but How's about coming down? There's a time and place in which to be alone (but lately it just don't seem so alluring) You're no good not around Your

that was me breaking glass and pretending to start Something big Some new taste Did you wander As my voice went from station to station to state? Some loud thunder

land Yankee go home Senses burn man When the deck-hand Plays a flute which Reminds me of you oh But there's a land in the distance That might have some

: You look so neat Everyday is your birthday You're such a treat I'm just a drip in your faucet Before the party's over Before the highway road Before

: How'd I arrive in a place like this? Red [?] right hand as the alligator kiss. My head is [handshake's?] white And my face is green But my feet are

getting higher As the rain falls upon dry land Yankee go home Senses burn man when the deck-hand Plays a flute which Reminds me of you oh That night have some

I'm touched by the same sad feeling of dread Just to know that you can't wait to see me dead An idea in your head and a compass in your hand On a mission