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Drivers in the taxi cabs
People live their roles
Thirty-five cents
Throw it in the toll
They don't know they're paying
What's stealing all their food
They're forced into the mountain pot
Where they're simmered after rude
Cause he loves being said
And he looks for a cure
He loves being said
You can call this sane
You can call this eccentric
He marks his books
With steak knives
All we are
Is watch for the sky
Why can't we be
Jazz musicians
A little melody
We'll soon be missing
All we are
Is watch for the sky
Let's all play the lottery
So we can buy all our dreams
I'm a self-help
Video with the worst themes
Everything I wanted
I was all in a dream
I still wasn't much
Or was that just how I seem
Cause he loves being said
And he looks for a cure
He loves being said
You can call this sane
You can call this eccentric
He marks his books
With steak knives
All we are
Is watch for the sky
Why can't we be
Jazz musicians
A little melody
We'll soon be missing
All we are
Is watch for the sky
I stood back to the countryside
As if you'd like to take a ride
My moods come into stages
I've got awful and contagious
I can't tell you what I wanna say
The city digested yesterday
Your daily ride
But death is not the end
It is the cure
You can call this sane
You can call this eccentric
He marks his books
Oh, with steak knives
All we are
Is watch for the sky
Why can't we be
Jazz musicians
A little melody
We'll soon be missing
All we are
Is watch for the sky
All we are




All we are is much for the sky