Child (of limousines)
What's the best place (that you have seen)
All of the hands (that you have shook)
Home of the queen of (everything fancy)
Is there a smell (that you can tell)
Gives you some peace (sends you to hell)
All of the beds (that you have yearned)
Is there a dream to (where you'd return)
Where is the plight (with the most stars)
Where do you drink (by Echo guitars)
What's the best shore (seen from a boat)
Miniature heads that (color the shore line)
If you could rest (a minute to tell)
Get me some grass, (iridescent shells)
I know there's a nest (fit with a hatch)
Sunset a glowing (makes us all sweaty)
I don't even know where to begin or how I should start these days
The green mountain south or the Clay of the westerns
The Maryland meadows at midnight, they do have a misty grace
Take a trip to blue bayou, find Roy Orbison crying
A continent molded from glass or maybe a town I can taste
Dresses that glow on girls from Barcelona
I wanna discover the key and open the everywhere place
A mix of sky from Montana, dipped in FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Old (demented men)
Where is the place (we can extend)
Crooked state lines (polka dot signs)
Say that this place is (a state of mind)
Pretty lip girls (paint me the halls)
Not on a street (not near a mall)
Raise me a thumb (from human skin)
That isn't judged by (where it begins)
Show me the clams (show me the pearls)
Mail me a note (sent from a world)
That isn't so far (and always right here)
Where all the boundaries (have disappeared)
And all the nights (are stitched with a glue)
That's sticking to me (and I'll stick to you)
I'll take your hands (you'll take my face)
And everywhere home will (be a good place)
I found myself there a-collaging with all of the human race
A dancer from Ghana, smiling in Tijuana
I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada and corn on the plates
A smear of gardenia in the fair hair of Sweden
And maybe I actually visited some sort of mythical place
Or was it a future, connected by sutures
Oh, let's go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place
I see the lads from Osaka, dyed in FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home
A bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old, so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home
A bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old, so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home
A bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old, so let it go
Where's the bridge that's gonna take me home
A bridge that someone's fighting over
A bridge that someone's paying for
A bridge so old, so let it go
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida
FloriDada, FloriDada
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