Let's go to the park, let's go watch 'em floodin'
Out there after dark, don't have to think of nothin'
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
700 ft., 700 ft. ceiling
Let's take it to the top of the tobacco nation
We can aim the dish for hardcore invitations
And I hate that for, for the things I'm thinking
When the clouds are low, 700 and sinking
It's part hard, hard to remember
It's part hard to say, parts unknown, unknown forever
[Incomprehensible] fade away
But leaning toward, toward a fullstop's
All I hear you say
One foot on the stump, the other's on the pulpit
700 ft., 700 ft. pulpit
And I love that for, for the way I'm feeling
700 ft., 700 ft. ceiling
In our own backyard we can do some floodin'
When it's cold and dark
Don't have to think of nothin'
Don't have to think of nothin'
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