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I lifted up the storm drain and pushed my hands into the dirt there's a secret here hidden somewhere and the words repeated psalm-like cause that's my birthright. I wondered if I could get low enough to the ground with my headphones on and the fire ants biting at my hands... don't worry there's a master plan I was bitten by a sour frame of mind that day and I didn't mean to treat you in a hurtful way but my dreams had all expired and my thoughts were static Letras de cancionesI was looking at my future in a box in the attic will you please come see me, we could form a new band does that sound like a reacouring bad luck hand I'm a microphone I'm a tambourine I'm a record sleeve I'm a melatron I'm your man I shall wear the impossible dream in a tattoo on my arm for my friends to see to remind me when my focus turns from love to depression and I'll pray to George Harrison's reincarnation It was After The Gold Rush spinning in my heart and I thought we could invent a supernatural art but the band went down in a fiery zeppelin and I smashed my guitar at the gates of heaven and the well in the Murakami book went dry Mr Wind Up Bird can you tell me why So I looked for the answer in Norwegian Wood and the million little pieces of my childhood the billion little pieces of my childhood. I'm a perfect rhyme I'm a drum machine I'm a radio I'm a symphony I'm your man From Letras Mania