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Now I’m running down like a mechanical toy
That story was tired even when I was a boy
Maybe they’ll bring them back with their clockwork and springs
People love their nostalgia - we need comforting things

I’m taking a snow day
But those aren’t snowflakes, they’re sunbeams instead
Two metres high on the pavements and streets
Coming in through my window, piling up at the end of my bed

Popeye stepped on the island and declared Swee’ Pea Prince
He declared himself president, and has been ever since
Now I can be reticent on the important things
But I don’t believe in the divine right of kings

And if that’s dispensed with, what is there left?
A beaut with a bullhorn in a tiara and dress
“Hey that’s my tiara!” We said, at the same time
You know we’re not wrong, and that’s the right that’s divine

I’m taking a snow day
Leaving the world to take care of its dead
Two metres high on the pavements and streets
Coming in through my windows piling up at the end of my bed

I am a diver desperate for air
And each stroke is weaker, I doubt I’ll get there
I can almost feel the sun on my hands
My body might wash up on Swee’ Pea’s island

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from Year of the Bird (Volume 1), released April 8, 2019

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