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Near the garden of fruit
Where the kiwi grows
And the naked grape
Constantly turns up its nose
The side dish of tomorrow
Proceeds to grow
I’m getting closer to the peace
That I’ve had few times before

The air’s so tall
Our mouths so equipped
And a path of silk
And a tug of the lip
A fancy brawl
Your red fingertips
And as the song will move
So will our hips

Well, the lack of emotion
Caused the house to burn
And the changes aren’t worth
Half of the things I’ve learned
To see a glimpse of the future
Through a true ceramic urn
It’d certainly be darker
Though, potentially warm

What’s near is far
Is sometimes correct
And the nearest bar
Is sometime a friend
Poison the ink
And put the thought in my head
Ah, baby you’re so sweet
Too innocent to repent

Where did all the lovers go?
Trees of blue
And a thousand stoners
Hang low
And exist without knowing
That, in order to play
You gotta show your love
Ah, honey
You show me your love
You gotta show
Show me your love

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from Peace, Turkey!, released July 5, 2011
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