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How can I sing when the first three rows of the audience are throwing all these things at me? What all could they mean? If they want me to go I wish they would just say so Baby I can't breathe So I will sit here underneath this tree With a magazine And a couple hits of weed How can I sleep when the deity is throwing all these crazy fucking dreams at me What all does he mean? If God don't know I wish he would just say so Baby I can't breathe So I will sit here underneath this tree With a magazine And a couple hits of weed How can I fail when the proles and their arms are throwing all these loving glances at me swimmin in the sea If the tide won't go I wish it would let me know baby nothing gets grown at 4 a.m. under drunk thumbs and we go home alone From Letras Mania