Editing FloriDada

<noinclude>{{Song |
track-name = FloriDada |
track-number= 1 |
release-name-text = Painting With |
release-name-link = Painting With |
release-year = 2016 |
track-length = 4:05 |
track-next= Hocus Pocus |
}}</noinclude>
<lyrics>
Child / of limousines 
What’s the best place / that you have seen
All of the hands / that you have shook
Home of the queen of / everything fancy

Is there a smell / that you can tell
Gives you some peace / sends you to hell
All of the beds / that you have yearned
Is there a dream to / where you’d return

Where is the plight / with the most stars
Where do you drink / by echo guitars
What’s the best shore / seen from a boat
Miniature heads that / color the shore line

If you could rest / a minute to tell
Get me some grass / iridescent shells
I know there’s a nest / fit with a hatch
Sunset a glowin’ / Makes us all sweaty

I don’t even know where to begin or how I should start these days
The green mountain south or / the clay of the westerns

The Maryland meadows at midnight they do have a misty grace
Take a trip to blue bayou / find Roy Orbison cryin’

A continent molded from glass or maybe a town I can taste
Dresses that glow on / girls from Barcelona

I wanna discover the key and open the everywhere place 
A mix of sky from Montana / dipped in FloriDada

Florida
FloriDada

Old / demented men
Where is the place / we can extend
Crooked state lines / polka dot signs
Say that this place is / a state of mind

Pretty lip girls/ paint me the halls
Not on a street / not near a mall
Raise me a thumb / from human skin
That isn’t judged by / where it begins

Show me the clams / show me the pearls
Mail me a note / sent from a world
That isn’t so far / and always right here
Where all the boundaries / have disappeared

And all the nights / are stitched with a glue
That’s sticking to me / and I’ll stick to you
I’ll take your hands / you’ll take my face
And everywhere home will / be a good place

I found myself there a collagin’ with all of the human race
A dancer from Ghana / smiling in Tijuana

I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada and corn on the plates
A smear of gardenia / in the fair hair of Sweden

And maybe I actually visited some sort of mythical place
Or was it a future / connected by sutures

Oh let’s go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place
I see the lads from Osaka / dyed in FloriDada

Florida
FloriDada

Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home
A bridge that someone’s fighting over 
The bridge that someone’s paying for 
A bridge so old so let it go

Florida
FloriDada
</lyrics>

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