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no matter which way the dolphin dances

i am a dolphin swimming in a sea without water

across a dozen rivers and trailor homes

peppermint ponies and cordless phones

there's a city by the bay thats always cold

even in june and july ive been told

im supposed to keep it a secret

if i talk about it, i'm sorry i didnt mean it

i'm telling the story as we speak

i'm making history in my sleep

the music we made oh the music we made

it wasnt ours and we couldnt play

there were no instruments there were no drums

with our hands in our pockets

we were singing in tounges

i always think something means something when it don't

when i did this something

the meaning i made broke

i took all these great ideas and put them in my hand

in my palm,

all these great ideas were gone

the music we made oh the music we made

save that song for a rainy day

keep the x marks the spot with a dot dot dot

i go tone deaf

when your here and i'm not

i'll sit in the back of the bus and save you a spot

2:10 a.m. - 2004-03-06

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