Because You Are the Very Air He Breathes

Dust moves off his arms and chest
 As the vent window opens in his Volkswagen
 Hundreds of Impalas and station wagons
 Idle at the train crossing
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 The puddles that surround him
 Are always made from sweat
 The open sore on his face reminds him
 That his blood is simply temporary
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 Gas is blowin' in the trees
 One whiff has brought me to my knees
 At first, you practice, practice to yourself
 You are the very air, you are the very air
 You are the very air he breathes
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 His head throbs and fills
 With a big machine bag
 I must be the richest man
 To ever stand in line at the bank
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 Gas is blowin' in the trees
 One whiff has brought me to my knees
 At first, you practice, practice to yourself
 You are the very air, you are the very air
 You are the very air he breathes