Blue Skies Dandelions - Yeasayer

James says you’ve got the common touch

But your pack of hooting swine don’t mind

You love yourself too much

James says he never saw you laugh

Just your disturbing autograph

There must be something I can do

I wish I could make you less lonely

Or build a pyramid to die in

I’ll try to help you through

Pills might make you feel less uprooted

Blue skies, dandelions

Just got a new supply in

I know it’s hard growing up on top

Torment innocent animals

You hope the habit stops

I don’t deserve to breathe the same air

You really look so small up there

There must be something I can do

I wish I could make you less lonely

Or build a pyramid to die in

I’ll try to help you through

Pills might make you feel less uprooted

Blue skies, dandelions

There must be something I can do

I wish I could make you less lonely

Or build a pyramid to die in

I’ll try to help you through

Pills might make you feel less uprooted

Blue skies, dandelions

Just got a new supply in

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La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la

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