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Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines

An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off in Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we’ve never seen
But never fails to side with me

Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Theresa’s joined the mob
And is happy with her full time job

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?

If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days
I lived awake but half asleep?

A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall

You ride on waves
And don’t ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh

I’ve been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met

–Primitive Radio Gods

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