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plenty of paper
Something's growing under that wing I think a face is dawning Oh no, the bugs are growing faces And you're lost quite classically with your nose in a book And it seems so fitting  And perhaps this is the end we've sought after for so long And perhaps now it's done  'Cause we found all entire dreams of men and machines And turned them all around Our identical hands composing our commands  I cut the moon in half and stuck a piece to my hair And made the back of my head glow Golden yellow and then I took ten stars on sticks And placed them in my small meadow  But again I gave the other half of the moon to you, oh So you would unforget me while I'm gone  'Cause we found all entire dreams of men and machines And turned them all around To enjoy them and benefit ourselves Our paperback books, our charming looks Our identical hands, composing our commands  And oh my love we could live on the sun And wouldn't we be attractive Riding in our shiny motorcars With eyeglasses full of stars And plenty of paper for scenery paintings  'Cause we found all entire dreams of men and machines And turned them all around To enjoy them and benefit ourselves Our paperback books, our charming looks Our identical hands, composing our commands