Synapse to synapse: the possibility s thin.
I m dressed up for free drinks and family greetings
on your weddingyour weddingyour wedding date.
The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I tookwere so real.

And I kept distance: the complications cloud
the postcards and blip through fiberoptics
as the girls with pigtails were running from little boys wearing bowties
their parents bought them: "I ll catch you this time!"

Crashing through the parlor doorswhat was your first reaction?
Screamingdrunkdisorderly: I ll tell you mine.
You were the onebut I can t spit it out when the date s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached
beer cans to the bumper so they could drive
up and down the main drag.
People would will turn to see who s making the racket.
It s not...the first time.

When they lay down the fish will swim upstream
and I ll contestbut they won t listen
when the casualty rate s near 100 percent
and there isn t a pension for second best or for hardly moving...

Crashing through the parlor doorswhat was your first reaction?
Screamingdrunkdisorderly: I ll tell you mine.
You were the onebut I can t spit it out when the date s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

You were the onebut I can t spit it out when the date s been set.
The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.

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