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St. Andrew's Hall Lyrics

Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of palm trees on each side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me
But if I could buy the sky
That's hangin' over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'
If you were standing on the corner
Staring straight into the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog, one c***roach only way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong to me

But if I could buy the sky
That's hangin' over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'
Sittin' at the edge of this building
Twenty stories below
A-twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below
I can't tell you how many ways that I've sat
And viewed my life today, but I can tell you
I don't think that I can find easier way
So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand
With a three-armed man, you know I'll understand
But you should have been in my shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes yesterday

(Pockets full of c***piness
Can't piece together my day
So I pose myself this question
Maybe sleeps gonna get me in the shade
I got my head buried in this pillow
I got my head buried in this pillow
So low...)
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