Everything you can think of is true

Everything you can think of is true
The dish ran away with the spoon
Dig deep in your heart for that little red glow
We’re decomposing as we go

Everything you can think of is true
And fishes make wishes on you
We’re fighting our way up dreamland’s spine
Red flamingos and expensive wine

—Tom Waits

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