caught in the middle of a hundred and five
the night was heavy and the air was alive
but she couldn't find how to push through
drove the chevy to the lady but the lady was dry
I'm wasting my time I've got nothing to do
I'd like to change my point of view
another porcupine tree
I wonder
today
I don't believe that anybody feels like I do
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