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Şarkı Sözleri Big stretch and not much sleep With a big palm tree rubbin' against my cheek I got a bright blue Saturday And the rummage sellin' the rubbish to me But if I could buy the sky That's hangin' over this bed of mine Oh, if I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seeing If you were standin' on the corner staring Straight into the eyes of Jesus Christ One porch, one dog One cockroach, only one way to be Outside I got sewage fruit And it's growing out back from roots And I don't know if they belong to me Oh, but if I could buy the sky That's hangin' over this bed of mine Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey And if I could climb these vines And maybe see what you're seeing, oh If you were sitting at the edge of this building Twenty stories below Stories below, stories below, below And I can't tell you, how many ways that I've sat And viewed my life today but I can tell you I don't think that I can find an easier way So if I see you walking hand in hand in hand With a three armed man, I'll understand But you should have been In my shoes yesterday Oh, you should have been In my shoes yesterday, oh