From The Spares' CD Beautiful and Treacherous Thing
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fiogf49gjkf0d You and your baby grand
And your big fake book of jazz
You and the latest little gadget
That you’ve got to have
You and the sweet things that you say
How you get nervous around me
You and the little songs you always sing
You and the moon are anti-gravity
I get carried away from reality
Breathing it all in beyond the stratosphere
You and the stars are birds of a feather
Born to float through space together
So beautiful and bright to me down here
Way down here
You and a tired Broadway show
Are always on the move
You and the money come and go
But you call this home
You and the saints persevere
You and the phoenix reappear
You and the band just drive and play it again somewhere
Bridge: I want to stop and take a picture
I want to send it home
They’ll see us burning up the interstate
My eyes are closed
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