Lyric discussion by sillybunny 

I think the one line is—you only give me your funny paper—angels camping out at my house for who knows why, prefer to sing—you only give me your funny faces—probably because I do but then I have always given them my money—funding their projects that granted—didn’t cost that much but this was much more difficult when they also didn’t want me to have a job—don’t think I was feted with angelic funding—I don’t imagine there is such a thing. In the middle of negotiations, they conveniently break down—a clever ruse that always works. After a few mishaps, I never gave my number but usually my situation and they handle investigations like they do negotiations. Still in school with them, I see no future but do pay rent and have been able to sneak in working at a job without too much lip from them—they want to play all day—I can’t.
Baby—step on the gas and wipe that tear away—one sweet dream—came true—today. What might that be?

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