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Album: Now
We use to be a dozen bees, buzzing around inside my head,
I used to fly the friendly skies, when you were not too far from me.
I wish I knew what I could do to prove that good is true,
Your past is nothing on me; I've blinded memories.
We used to be a dozen chiefs, without an Indian in sight,
I'll take fifteen minutes of fame, but, you see, I'd rather have thirty.
I never called you on your dime; next time I won't decline,
I wish the world was really flat, and that change would come and last.
Electric eyes,
Electric eyes,
Electric eyes.
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