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A sentence spoken all wrong Sixteen syllables long But if I could find a better way to put the sounds together Make a perfect combination of thirty-seven letters and An ampersand Then you'd understand That everyone's waiting around for the cave-in Everyone's torn at the middle, spilling out Strangers suddenly tense A cough drop soothing their conscience And he's been trying hard to keep it clean She's growling like an ice machine But somewhere in the in-between Their thoughts are pure and not obscene Not so obscene But weak at the seams Cause everyone's waiting around for the cave-in Everyone's torn at the middle, spilling out You've got your suitcase Let's start a car chase We don't need any of this This town ain't your fate It's just buildings It's a beautiful night And all of the angels and experts Are out on the porch singing 'Levon' And waving their beer cans They're telling each other 'You shall be a good man' 'You shall be a good man' All this standing and sitting We keep on forgetting It's simple division killing us And everyone's waiting around for the cave-in Everyone's torn at the middle, spilling out Spilling out You've got your suitcase Let's start a car chase We don't need any of this This town ain't your fate It's just mathematics