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From All The Way Over There

You’re a handful,
if I could just get a grip
You’re a carnival,
only not for kids
You’re a casino smile,
but I’m running out of chips

Well, you’re that party trick
I’m trying to learn how to do
You’re that salt lick o
Outside my cage at the zoo
You’re that candy rock
I’m supposed to suck
But can't help but want to chew

Well you lift me on up and over
Like a whiff of cartoon aroma
Lean me back in my chair
Run your fingers all through my hair
From all the way over there

You’re that mean old lady
Sayin’ get off of my lawn
You’re that talent show
I want so bad to get on
But I’m lining up
And you’re shining up
Your gong 


You’re that landfill,
I’m scrapin’ all the skin off my knees
You’re the anvil
That’s fallin’ from the sky onto me
You’re the bomb, you’re my palm
You’re the storm and the calm
You kind of remind me of my mom
Well you lift me on up and over
Like a whiff of cartoon aroma
Lean me back in my chair
Your fingers all through my hair
From all the way over there

Well I guessin’ I’d approach you
If I had the right clothes
Well I guessin’ I could I could touch you
If I had a stronger dose
But I’m not even close - I’m not even close 

Lift me on up and over
Like a whiff of cartoon aroma
Lean me back in my chair
Run your fingers all through my hair
Lift me on up and over
From my lonely life on the sofa
Lean me back in my chair
Run your fingers all through my hair
Lift me on up
Ooh, I think I smell love
Lean me back in my chair
Run your fingers all through my hair
From all the way over there
All the way over there
All the way over there

from Soal of Dark Water Music, Words and Music by Dug (Soal of Dark Water Music, BMI). © All rights reserved