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backseat, o i like the backseat so keep on driving away from the sun. taxi, o i'll call you my hired hand but don't mind the meter till we pull in. and i'm cold as obsidian arrowheads and i'm tired like a hinge and the night's undeniable now and there are people out in it in terrible jeopardy or wadded and warm in domestic dreams and they sleep - and they sleep - as one hand on the wheel, you are turning the light on for me. oysters don't grow on trees: it's a fact that means nothing, or next to nothing to me. but down in the cloisters, i heard that you'd seen someone poisoning pigeons with oysters and throwing their bones to the sea. and i feel that i'm being deceived! and i'm laid bare as a nail, and i am desperately dragging my heels; but the contract's a killer, it's making my Letras de cancionesedges unclear and each time that we swerve - well it's my nerves under your wheels. so, backeat. yeah, i like that backseat and you like driving, so i guess we'll be bonnie & clyde for now. o but i panic, when i'm left to my own divising, i fear that my mind is unkind and my body is slowing you down. and my heart's an obsidian elephant and creaks like a hinge and i am broad as a morning in spring. i was born in an Anderson shelter on the first full moon and i am tight as a telephone's ring. i am BRIGHT like shrödinger's sparrow and i am poor as a nail and i'm desperately dragging my heels. and i try - and i try - and i try - but if ever i drive, well you'd better watch out for the wheels. (i am cold as obsidian arrowheads and tired like a hinge and the night's undeniable now and there are people out in it in terrible jeopardy or wadded and warm in domestic dreams and they sleep - and they sleep - and they sleep - as one hand on the wheel, you are turning a light on for me. From Letras Mania