Half of what I say is meaningless
But I say it just to reach you
Julia,

Julia, Julia
ocean child calls me
So I sing a song of love
Julia

When I cannot sing my heart
I can only speak my mind
Julia

Julia
Sleeping sand, silent cloud calls me
So

Oh there's a little secret, where my money goes
Beneath some new food and ten pounds of clothes
Wrapped in a dead presidents wife
Scissors and rock, paper and knife
It's pink and it's soft, roses and rain
Black and it's good life, pleasure and pain, it's life

And there

They got five televisions
In a house full of three
Look up on that fake fireplace
You know the buck-toothed boy's me
See that wood panel room
That's where I learned to drink
See that hole in the wall
That was Seagram's I think

And that tree was a goalpost
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