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Than Sunday at the zoo Ridin? high inside the wires Is the sum of all my desires Earth and rain All I want is love for me and you Farm fresh onions Big

Sunday at the zoo Ridin? high inside the wires Is the sum of all my desires Earth and rain All I want is love for me and you Farm fresh onions Big and

I woke up in another strange place By a 40 acre parking lot With every kind of sign I was talking to another strange face Who was tellin? me That he

We were at the Rhythm Room In Scottsdale Arizona It was in the summertime it must have been '02 We got there way too early and we sat around for hours

Broke into you car last night Took your stereo Now you say you don?t know why You live there anymore The garage man didn?t see a thing So I guess it

Down the hill Through the light Past the city jail I watch and walk Every night I wondered who to tell How can I tell my father? He?s been gone all