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R.E.M. - Parakeet

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You wake up in the morningAnd fall out of your bedMean cats eat parakeetsAnd this one`s nearly dead.You dearly wish the wind would shiftAnd greasy windows slideOpen for the parakeetWho`s colored bitter lime.Open the windowAnd lift into your dreamslately, babyyou can barely breathe.A broken wristAn accidentYou know that something`s wrongYou fold the leavings of your pastNo one knows you`ve gone.The sunspot flares of the early Nineties light up your wings.And scan the shotwave radioIt`s tracking outer rings.The tectonic dispatcher shiftsTo smooth the ocean floorAnd flattens out to warmer windsOf Brisbane`s sunny shore.Where Buddhas tend to mending wristsA tea made from the leavesOf eucalyptus fragrancesAnd coriander seeds.You wake up in the morningTo warm Pacific breezeWhere mean cats chew on licoriceAnd cannot climb the trees.Open the windowAnd lift into a dreamsBaby, babyBaby starts to breathe.

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