I live under a giant cloud
Well it's my shield and it's my shroud
At home on the range
But alone in a crowd
I plug my ears when it gets too loud
So get that kinky noise out on the stage
With your spinning curls in a purple rage
The sun in our eyes
And the burning sage
You're all alone then you turn the page
Could it be? Yeah it could be
Could it be that you're for me
I'm looking right to your head
Talking to you seems to wake the dead
With what now you just said
I think we're gonna break the bed
Hands in the air
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