Oliver Houston
the dork ages
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I just wanted to say hey, and then be on my way.
But now, I kinda wanna stay here at the neighborhood motel we're doing okay.
But hey, maybe before I leave, I'll snag an apple from the family tree.
Some seeds, a little snack, organic memory of everything you've done for me.
âCause we're not the random products of autonomous energy;
you got your pals, you got your history.
And the Dork Ages still rage inside of me.
I think they will until eternity.