Oh gotta see, gotta know right now What's that riding on your everything? It isn't anything at all Oh gotta see, gotta know right now What's that riding on your shelf? In the bathrooms, and the bad motels? No one really cared for it at all Not the gravity plant Early, early in the morning It pulls all on down my sore feet I wanna go back to sleep In the motions and the things that you say It all will fall, fall right into place As fruit drops, flesh it sags Everything will fall right into place When we die, some sink in some lake But at least I don't see you float away And all the spilt milk, sex and weight It all will fall, fall right into place
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