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i need pinstripes on my umbrella polka dots on a careless moon if they ask me if i’m a lucky fella i’ll say “no” but won’t you come back soon it drifted farther than i ever thought i could stand it sunk desire like a stone in the sinking sand there was a time i thought you were right because i wanted you to be the one thing i could depend on in a world that worships insanity because … they need pinstripes on every black umbrella they need polka dots on this careless moon and if they ask me “aren’t you a lucky fella?” i”ll say ‘come back soon’ come back soon i thought we had it figured out the last time when cracker jacks was all a body needed i thought we had the answers in the fields where answers came but you build a building it echoes all the same …. the parks are darkest at night when you never care and the mountains are aching on the tip of a bursting sun we desired the best when the best was a matter of where so we took chocolate and coated our hopes while we ate on the run when we need pinstripes on the fleshless umbrellas and polka dots on a waterless moon it you’re simply alive that means you’re a lucky fella but don’t mistake luck for a cleverless tune …. every day i wake deciding it will be good every night i promise god that i will at least try and every answer questions answers as well it should and every question holds the tears for our good-byes because …. we’ll paint pinstripes on every umbrella dance some polka dots on a careless moon and we all wind up as dust ’cause we’re lucky fellas but we’ll make some room …                                  why don’t you come back soon

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