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Bells around St. Petersburg
When I saw you
I hope I get what you deserve
And this is where I find
Smoke surrounds your perfect face
And I'm falling
Pushin a broom out into space
And this is where I find a way
The stadium arcadium
A mirror to the moon
I'm forming I'm warming
State of the art
Until the clouds come crashing
Stranger things have happened
Both before and after noon
I'm forming I'm warming
Pushing myself
And no I don't mind asking
Now
Alone inside my forest room
And it's storming
I never thought I'd be in bloom
But this is where I start
Derelict days and the stereo plays
For the all night crowd
That it cannot phase
And I'm calling
Tedious weeds that the media breeds
But the animal gets what the animal needs
And I'm sorry
And this is where I find
Rays of dust that wrap around
Your citizen
Kind enough to disavow
And this is where I stand
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