Looks like sadness is everywhere to be found these days.
Everyone in LA's runnin' around, runnin' around, with a secret frown.
Could be yours is the only number I've memorized right now.
Could be I just wanted to call, want to call and ask how it feels to be gone.
Guess I'm stuck roadside changin' tires on a Galaxy 500 song.
Guess I'm stuck roadside changin' tires on a Galaxy 500 song.
Hard tellin' if it feels emptier here, emptier here, or there's just more room.
Feels empty to me.
Can't really blame you for wantin' to plant circles, wantin' to plant circles, circles in the forest.
Hope you have fun in the mist.
Guess I'm stuck roadside changin' tires on a Galaxy 500 song.
Guess I'm stuck roadside changin' tires on a Galaxy 500 song.
Can't really blame you, blame you for wantin' to plant, plant circles in the forest.
Hope you have fun in the mist.
Guess I'm stuck roadside changin' tires on a Galaxy 500 song.
Guess I'm stuck roadside changin' tires on a Galaxy 500 song.

--from American Fado II: Lese Mageste
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Charles Claymore/fertilizermusic, All Rights Reserved

Charles Claymore: Guitar, Vocals