You are light tasting

Fine, with a scent of lime


My parked car in your yard is just to be there

You're right, I'm wasting such a meager grain

So soon what you're doing is aiming



The plainest words are the finest (are the finest words)

I gladly waive my right (I gladly waive my right)

To find the real world, it's not the real world

If you find the real world let me know



But it never rains enough to cool my fever

All it does is rain



The worst you can do is harm

Waiting for the other shoe to fall

And shouting from your car

At an empty road



The plainest words are the finest (are the finest words)

I've been waiting half my life (waiting half my life)

To find the real world, it's not the real world

If you find the real world let me know



But it never rains enough to cool my fever

All it does is rain

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