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Mostly I'm scattered with castaway matter The usual stuff that you see Palm trees and babies and televised time And occasional pieces of me Once I was something but I can't remember Whatever that something should be Palm trees and babies and televised wind And occasional pieces of me I still have the hole where my heart was And the head where my mind used to live The rest of my ody was kidnapped by aliens Who took everything I had to give There's palm trees and milky machine guns And sunsets that melt like a gem in the sea Hours and hours of televised time And occasional pieces of me |