We are the spam
In a middle class sandwich
Processed and refined till we can't recognize
That we once were a thigh on a wild beast
And I am a dollar
That you find inside a bare mattress lying on a bare board floor
And I've been around
But I still bear the crown of the queen on a coin
Next to where I was printed in 1984
And I'm always between haircuts
And I'm always between jobs
Just between you and me there's a synchronicity
And that's what's keeping me aloft
We are the kids
Digging little red sandpits
Scoop truth from the ground and dissolve dreams to doubt
Was it mine to mine?
Oh watch your head
Could we remember the sun that November
The story that fell from the range
Of wild dogs and catepillars
And I'm always between haircuts
And I'm always between jobs
Just between you and me there's a synchronicity
And that's what's keeping me aloft
Just between you and me there's a synchronicity
And that's what's keeping me aloft
And I'm always between haircuts
And I'm always between jobs
Just between you and me there's a synchronicity
And that's what's keeping me aloft
And I'm always between haircuts
And I'm always between jobs
Just between you and me there's a synchronicity
And that's what's keeping me aloft
Just between you and me there's a synchronicity
And that's what's keeping me aloft

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