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I wish we could get our act together Make some sense of present tense alright Take our time with what we find and fear it Don't you know there's someplace else that we can go Billions of trees to climb I don't really know your taste in ceilings I don't know the rpm you rev But for now I think I'll keep on reeling This adventure needs a little game, my friend It never ever ends We're locked in to talking a lariat knot to a Cree A walk in the cotton a rebel attempted to ski We're locked in to talking I'd rather you not than agree To walk in in cotton a rebel attempted to ski On gypsum slacks, you can't do that Streaking through the ferns in Allegheny Chatting up a panda in a bar Well I like wearing slippers when it's raining This attraction bleeds into a thirst, like it always does, here Aus Songtexte Mania