what can i do to make things turn out like these raindrops do. your orange and blue don't quite gravitate towards fifteen dollar shoes. well i'm giving up, because it would have to rain for hours for me to catch you. just to get close to you, i'd have to line up buckets in the street - hopelessly. drawn into different groups by some very different people. we've been struck down by the clock - it breeds contrasting age. and i know if i really tried and if i threw myself in fire, we could bid our castes farewell. but by then i'll be hangin' out with fat mike over by the laissez-faire. did you know that? and everything could be set straight if you just came back in time. did you know that?
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