Florida

I never thought I was the only one
 I never had a setting in the sun
 My dancing baby was a sleeping gun
 You had a hand and it was loneliness
 When all I wanted was you
 Oh, you
 The real you is not a puppet which life pushes around
 The real deep down you is the whole universe
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 You are something the whole universe is doing)
 In the same way that a wave
 Is something that the whole ocean is doing
 I never thought I was a special case
 I mean, I know I'm cruel in many ways
 It's just I love you like an only son
 And if I had a man in Hollywood
 And all I wanted was you
 And all you wanted was me
 And all I wanted was you
 And all you wanted was me
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 This world is a great wiggly affair
 The clouds are wiggling
 The waters are wiggling
 The clouds are wiggling, bouncing
 People
 But people always try to straighten things out
 You see, we live in a rectangular box, all the time
 Everything is straightened out
 Wherever you look around in nature
 You find things often straightened out)
 They're always trying to put things in boxes
 Those boxes are classified
 Words are made from some boxes
 But the real world is wiggly, if you can believe it
 Now when you have a wiggle like a cloud
 How much wiggle is a wiggle?
 Well, you have to draw the line somewhere)
 So people come to sorts of agreements
 About, uh, how much of a wiggle is a wiggle, that is to say a thing
 One wiggle always reduce any one wiggle into sub wiggles
 Or see it as a subordinate wiggle in a bigger wiggle
 But there's no real fixed rule about it