Superabound

Frank Black

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    You heard the sun today
    There she blows, there she blows
    You saw the wind a-shining
    You don't know, you don't know
    You felt a tree that does fall
    You don't know, that's okay
    You don't have much taste for bouquet

    I'm bored with the valleys and bored with the peaks
    So I bought a ticket to the freaks
    I saw a chicken with two heads
    Saw something else that was headless
    Then PT said see the egress
    'Cause you move when the salesman speaks
    I superabound
    But I still got nothing to do

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    A space is made by telephone
    They thought time would be overthrown
    And they compiled a wish list
    From Mars duels to a dish kissed
    I tried to talk to the Ishist
    But he was debating with his clone
    I superabound
    But I still got nothing to do
    Well, they thought it was a coup
    But they still got nothing to do

    You must see my domicile
    I had it built in decastyle
    The other day at the potlach
    Come visiting was a sasquatch
    He said although I'm a mismatch
    Could I stay just for awhile?
    'Cause the likes of us are few
    And we still got nothing to do
    I superabound
    But I still got nothing to do

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    Composition: Frank Black (Us)

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