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Words & music by steven page
Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night,
Just to check out the late-night record shop.
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane,
But when I’m surrounded I just can’t stop.
It’s a matter of instinct, it’s a matter of conditioning,
It’s a matter of fact.
You can call me pavlov’s dog.
Ring a bell and I’ll salivate. how’d you like that?
Dr. lendy tell me you’re not just a pedagogue,
Cause right now i’m
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Lying in bed just like brian wilson did
Well I’m lying in bed just like brian wilson did.
So I’m lying here, just starting at the ceiling tiles.
And I’m thinking about what to think about.
Just listening and relistening to smiley smile,
And I’m wondering if this is some kind of create drought
Because I am
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And if you want to find me I’ll be out in the sandbox,
Wondering where the hell all the love has gone.
Playing my guitar and building castles in the sun,
And singing ’fun, fun, fun.’
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I had a dream that I was three hundred pounds
And though I was very heavy,
I floated ’til I couldn’t see the ground
I floated ’til I couldn’t see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn’t see the ground
Somebody help me, I couldn’t see the ground
Somebody help me because i’m
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Drove downtown in the rain nine-thirty on a tuesday night.
Just to check out the late-night record shop.
Call it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insane;
But when I’m surrounded I just can’t stop.
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Lyrics: Barenaked Ladies
