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Child of limousines, what's the best place

That you have seen, all the hands that you have shook

Home of the queen of everything fancy

Is there a smell that you can tell

Gives you some peace, sends you to hell?

All of the beds that you have yearned

Is there a dream to where you'd return

Where is the plight with the most stars?

Where do you drink by Echo guitars

What's the best shore seen from a boat?

Miniature hands that color the shore line

If you could rest, a minute to tell

Give me some grass, iridescent shells

I know there's a nest fit with a hatch

Sunset a-glowin' make us all sweaty

Well, I don't even know where to begin

Or how I should start these days

The green mountain south, or

The clay of the westerns

The Maryland meadows at midnight, they

Do have a misty grace

Take a trip to the Bayou

Find Roy Orbison cryin'

A continent molded from glass

Or maybe a town I can taste

Dresses that glow on girls from Barcelona

I wanna discover the key

And open the everywhere place

A mix of sky from Montana

Dipped in FloriDada

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Old demented man, where is the place

We can extend crooked state lines

Polka dot signs say that this place is

A state of mind, pretty lip girls

Paint me the halls, not on a street

Not near a mall

Raise me a thumb from human skin

That isn't judged by where it begins

Show me the clams, show me the pearls

Mail me a note sent from the world

That isn't so far, and always right here

Where all of the boundaries have disappeared

And all of the nights stitched with the blue

That's sticking to me, and I'll stick to you

And I'll take your hands, and you'll take my face

And everywhere home will be a good place

I found myself there a collagin' with all of the human race

A dancer from Ghana smilin' in Tijuana

A Frankenstein java with touches of Prada

And corn on their plates

A smear of Gardenia in the fair hair of Sweden

But maybe, I actually visited some sort of mythical place

Or was it a future connected by sutures

Oh, let's get lost in the image

I made of the everywhere place

I see the lads from Osaka died in FloriDada

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Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?

A bridge that someone's fighting over

A bridge that someone's paying for

A bridge so old, so let it go

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?

A bridge that someone's fighting over

A bridge that someone's paying for

A bridge so old, so let it go

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?

A bridge that someone's fighting over

A bridge that someone's paying for

A bridge so old, so let it go

Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home?

A bridge that someone's fighting over

A bridge that someone's paying for

A bridge so old, so let it go

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