On Norwood Avenue there was a shop
 Where on my way to school each day I'd stop
 And in the window I would see a scene
 Made up of miniature and tiny things

 The order and the small simplicities
 They sure made clear and perfect sense to me
 But then I turned and looked to see the world
 Where there's no sense and everything's absurd

 I ran into the woods and hid
 And from then on I knew there should be
 Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)
 Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)

 Gimme click gimme grid

 Now Norwood Avenue's a memory
 And all my memories mean so much to me
 But many years have passed and now I see
 It's all about the small simplicities

 Like beauty in the tiny hidden things
 And honesty between the beating wings
 But then I turn and look to see the world
 Where there's no sense and everything's absurd

 I run into the woods and hide
 And what I'll say before I die is
 Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)
 Click and grid (what's that you absent kid ?)

 Gimme click gimme grid
 If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I did
 Gimme click gimme grid
 If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I did
 Gimme click gimme grid
 If I say that I did anything, I'll say that's what I did
 Gimme click gimme grid
 If I claim that I did anything, I'll claim that's what I did<br />
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			         Thanks to e