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I been sitting in a hurricane like a notebook left in the rain Waiting for the medicine to ease my pain, sitting in a hurricane Just staring at this loaf of bread, beating a horse that's already dead Trying to remember what you never said, staring at this loaf of bread Nothing much, nothing much If you ask me what I'm up to Nothing much Just waiting for the ink to dry, teaching this fish how to fly Staring at a picture of a piece of pie, waiting for the ink to dry If you could see what's in my brain, you'd probably label me insane Pull out my teeth and have me detained, if you could see what's in my brain Nothing much, nothing much If you ask me what I'm up to Nothing much So I'll keep talking on banana phones, trying to write a decent song Tearing up the pages of a Rolling Stone, talking on banana phones Nothing much, nothing much If you ask me what I'm up to Nothing much