And that my brain didn't itch
And I don't have to convince myself
That I'm here, not somewhere else
Because I know they say I'm here
But I'm really not so sure
When looking out the window
I'm sure I see a door
The door is in the sky
Where the octopus's fly
And the sea falls like snowflakes
Over hairdryers in batter.
Now where did I put my Oyster card again?
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