[Verse 1 John Linnell] Make a hole with a gun perpendicular To the name of this town in a desktop globe Exit wound in a foreign nation Showing the home of the one this was written for My apartment looks upside down from there Water spirals the wrong way out the sink And her voice is a backwards record Its like a whirlpool and it never ends [Chorus John Linnell, John Flansburgh] Ann Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still havent walked In the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ann Listen Ana, hear my words, theyre the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you [Verse 2 John Linnell] All alone at the 64 Worlds Fair Eighty dolls yelling Small girl after all Who was at the DuPont Pavilion? Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire To the horn on the pole at the bus depot And in back of the edge of hearing These are the words that the voice was repeating [Chorus John Linnell, John Flansburgh] Ann Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still havent walked In the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ann Listen Ana, hear my words, theyre the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you [Bridge John Linnell, Lisa Klapp] When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge I dont want the world, I just want your half [Verse 3 John Linnell, John Flansburgh] They dont need me here and I know youre there dont need me Where the world goes by like the humid air world goes by And it sticks like a broken record broken record Everything sticks like a broken record Everything sticks until it goes away it goes home And the truth is, we dont know anything dont know [Chorus John Linnell, John Flansburgh] Ann Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still havent walked In the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ann Listen Ana, hear my words, theyre the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you [Chorus John Linnell, John Flansburgh] Ann Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still havent walked In the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ann Listen Ana, hear my words, theyre the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you [Chorus John Linnell, John Flansburgh] Ann Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still havent walked In the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ann Listen Ana, hear my words, theyre the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you [Chorus John Linnell, John Flansburgh] Ann Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still havent walked In the glow of each others majestic presence Listen Ann Listen Ana, hear my words, theyre the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you
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