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"Flat Tire"
Fruitcake
We left town to look for
someone who would listen
To some songs we cooked
in our magic kitchen
Change was forbidden, it wasn't clear
Everyone must sing the same old
songs every year
Like a spell the sounds came
dancing in our heads
Painting pictures as we slept
our souls were fed
In a music box we kept our secret songs
Packed our bags we took the van
and before long
Tides shift and slide into another
Like a flat tire twisting fates
An innocent chance in the destiny dance
Take you down the wizard gates
Never speak to strangers often I was told
They looked desperately harmless I felt bold
Sometime later, alligator, we were friends
Shared some stories, tales of worries
somehow it all blends
Everyone seemed all right
Situation stable
Everything seems all right
Never turns out to be quite simple
we had to get back
packed the wrong box in the sack
we had to get back
And she tagged along
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Tides shift and slide into another
Like a flat tire twisting fates
An innocent chance in the destiny dance
Take you down the wizard gates
we had to get back
packed the wrong box in the sack
we had to get back
And she tagged along
she tagged along
she tagged along
Tides shift and slide into another
Like a flat tire twisting fates
An innocent chance in the destiny dance
Take you down the wizard gates
Take you down the wizard gates
Take you down the wizard gates
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