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All the Impossible |
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I drift my doppelganger to her side |
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Drifting seamlessly on off into her
case |
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All the impossiblee |
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I turn invisible and stretch myself
across the city through her door |
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Through the entourage of swans and
red herring |
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All the impossible |
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I see her shifting in her sleep as I
come swoop down low |
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The dreams come bubbling from her
head creating figure eights of gold |
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The door swings open, time to sober
up, her husband’s home, I think I hear her baby crying |
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Gonna have to pave my own way, back
to sleep |
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All the Impossible |
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Copyright
2004 Jay Wasco
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From the
Johnny Skilsaw |
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Stuffed
&Motorized
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Written by Jay Wasco
Copyright 2004 |
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Jay Wasco - All Vocals & Instruments |
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Recorded circa 1996 at Hermit Village, Henry St. NYC & winter 2002 at The
Cottage in Easton CT |
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Engineered & mixed by JW |
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