He said the moon was never all that big, well that seems like it could be true
We could have walked around it then when we were up there
And somewhere on the journey home we might have found some sort of proof
That planets can cross-pollinate and we're sperm in the middle
Courage bubbles through my nose again, I'm burning squabbles on the stove again
I'm making friends with everyone I * off
And everything my lips let slip, I'm trying to make fun of it
I'm bringing the whole family down for one fantastic joke
But I can't tell my
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God, what the punchline was
I'm having my worst birthday yet, I'm falling out of my dress again
I need the center of the cake to hold before I blow my breath against the cliffs of marzipan and cream
My feet are dangling, no one's shouting, stop, don't do it
They just yell out, you *, you blew it
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But within the context of a birthday party sucks
It all seemed to be going smooth before I started blowing
But I guess the center couldn't hold
The only means of fixing things I'm overly familiar with
Are curly fries and sellotape and Berman's last LP
He's got this song that makes you wonder if he's alright
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Just one long and morbid joke
And ultimately it turns out he wasn't all that great
Yeah, he was out there on the brink of one last birthday cake himself
Wishing for somewhere much further out than here
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Thank you, David
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I guess you're on the moon now too
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Thank you, David
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I guess you're on the moon now too
And I heard it really isn't all that big
You're right, that seems it could be true
We could have walked around it then
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