Sufjan Stevens - Springfield, Or Bobby Got A Shadfly Caught In His lyrics

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I don't care to say what I failed to recognize Every single day from the poker to the prize Running out of Springfield I worked for the Capitol Air, in the bags Found a woman there who said she had a mind to make me a messenger man If my father took his life for the national plan, I don't care I'm not about to stick my grave with an apron and a bucket of plans, never ever I can take the pillow cases off the yellow pillows, make a property line from the bed In the living room, the living room, the morning papers made the most out of nothing at all So we took the room with a view of the runaway I took off my clothes, and she took it for a holiday I was taken for all the things that I never had before Running out of Springfield she left me with a note saying: "Bobby, don't look back." And if my wife took a bicycle ride with a knife in her hand I saw it coming All the shad-flies run at once with a trumpet or a train, oh I'm running from it Wait a minute, wait a minute, Give a minute, lady I can explain the aftershave Wait a minute, wait a minute, give a minute Bobby got a shad fly caught in his hair (Yes, he does)