Used to think I'd seen it all
From grandiose to tiny small.
I lived both high and low and every place that rested in between.
What a shade of green?
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You make a psychadelic town out of a world with not color or sound
The way your kisses lift me six feet off the ground.
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Used to be that I'd feel absurd at the mention of words
Spelled out brilliantly across my face for all the
World to see.
What a shade of me!!!
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I can't tell the in from the outside
As far as I can tell it's the real live bonafide
What happened to the uptight dignified
Poster boy for the man who was raised on pride
Here I am, punch-drunk and blurry eyed.
Waxing waning dizzy and satisfied.