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Outside the vagabonds, there runs a town
Runs like a river flowing underground
And it keeps my head as clean as can be, as clean as a whistle, and green like a tree
It peaks in the red, way over top
In the sand stream, he's pushing with everything he's got

I landed somewhere outside of Minneapolis
Take a dare and sit on top of this
Sugar-frosted afternoon, don't stop to take a breath, no, you know they'll be here soon
Like a silent movie, their mouths are moving forming words that I can't hear
I see their lips go up, down, up, down

Tongue-twisted violin that speaks the language of ten thousand years past
A long-winded octopus keeps in time with an old proverb of mine
Hope, Faith and other girl's names that ring true to an old man in the booth
Understand he's just a man affluently speaking in Deutschmarks and Francs