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guerilla toss - the string game lyrics

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i’m driving the car, but i’m not the owner
i’m moving the car ever so slowly
it hums the engine like science fiction
crossing the field in staccato

i’m driving the car, but i’m not the owner
i’m moving the car ever so slowly
it hums the engine like science fiction
and crossing the field in staccato

jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand

the fly is growing, it’s exponential
stretching the fur helium latex
the seconds are days, and then much older
climbing ladders, up then deflating

jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand

jessie’s on it, the end is near
jessie’s on it, the end is near
jessie’s on it, the end is near
jessie’s on it, the end is near

this woman i know, she’s ripping paper
pointing at her mumbling nirvana
she’s figured it out, in bits and pieces
the fragments of good outweigh the rocky

jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand
jessie’s on it, the pen in her hand

jessie’s on it, the end is near
jessie’s on it, the end is near
but knowing that it isn’t here
remembering the balloon man
the balloon man
the balloon man
the balloon man
the balloon man

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