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New Orleans - Portugal

New Orleans - Portugal. The Man

I slip back down where we found

A meter milling maze

And the rest that we find sound

Will it find us on the bottom

Will we find our way

Will we fall apart useless machining the made

Find that sleep that we've lost

Fair and tired living

Lives like little lifted leans

Shaking heads under the shade

Of them bright bright bright sweet pear trees

Mine is gone with the day

Never miss a beat never find a home

Mine is gone with all time all time

Mother father brother sister son daughters

We are the rabbit that let the fox lead us

Out in the sun with the cold war fever

And it's for the money just please don't eat us

Deaf like the big guns foaming

At the mouth they're gnashing

Quiet like our words that roam and roll about

Let's march a train of thought to crack the boads

Then we'll find that sleep we lost we lost

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