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I see an orange shimmer on the horizon swallowing some airplane pulling an airflagSo gravity brought back my banana, but that orange is still millions of miles above meI see the foreign girls colonizing college benches babeI see their Russian burly boyfriends shining comprehensiblyI see my own lonely reflection within the very girl I loveI see a zigzag embroidered above my familySo as a human tractor trailer I push forward into the bright but wild unknownWith gasoline up to my eyelidsBut is it real? Is it real? Is it real?Little Mitchell round my head singing and saying graceand diesel fumes up in my personal spaceForklift mirage a foot in front of my mindIts always me behind the controlsYou can't pull the stops on a one-eyed copMy drop, a drip, a Freudian slipWhen your mind speed peels out at a hundred and threeBut view, cus even one I can seeBecause you can't, you won't, you don't do nothingYou don't stay young, trueBecause you can't, you won't, you don't do nothingYou don't stay young, trueBabe I see it all the time now in VCR's and passing cars, from VCO's through XLR'sBut is it real? Is it real? Is it real? From Letras Mania