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“Dead Leaves in the Clouds” So we set sail For California No worries now Frequent flier miles Too much of a hassle Dead leaves in the clouds We sold our clothes to the bureaucrats They were naked in the truth We were as clothed as they come and we yelled ‘I wish, I wish I had never met you at all I wish, I wish you weren't so predicatable' We sold our hair to the ladies everywhere They were jealous of our beauty We were jealous of their valor, they yelled ‘We don't care about your curly locks We just care about our cancer' I said I know who I am to where I'm going to But you saw right through the masquerade All painted white to conceal my face at night As I crept through the orchard to appeal to the magistrate I think I do We sold our eyes to the state We were tired of people shouting People screamin, they were yellin' ‘We don't care about your pinstriped suits We just care about our taxes' We sold our heart to the country with no name A reputation preceding, Unwanted fame and they yelled ‘I wish, I wish I had never met you at all I wish, I wish you weren't so predicatable' I said I know who I am to where I'm going to But you saw right through the masquerade All painted white to conceal my face at night As I crept through the orchard to appeal to the magistrate I think I do |