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Big stretch and not much sleep
I got a couple of palm trees on each
side of my cheek
And it's a bright blue Saturday
And the rummage sells the rubbish to me

But if I could buy the sky that's
hangin'
Over this bed of mine
If I could climb these vines
And maybe see what you're seein'

If you were standin' on the corner
starin' straight
Into the eyes of Jesus Christ

One porch, one dog, one cockroach only
one way to be
I got sewage fruit and it's
growing out back from roots
I don't know if they belong
to me

But if I could buy the sky
that's hangin'

Over this bed of mine
And if I could climb these vines
and maybe see what you're seein'

Sittin' at the edge of this
building,
Twenty stories below, a' twenty
stories below
Twenty stories below
Twenty stories below

I can't tell you how many ways
that I've sat,
And viewed my life today, but I
can tell you
I don't think that I can find
an easier way
So if i see you walking hand in
hand in hand
With a three armed man, you know
I'll understand

But you should have been in my
shoes yesterday
You should have been in my shoes
yesterday
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