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That means no |
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where I come from |
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I am cold, out waiting for the day to come |
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I chew my lips, and I scratch my nose |
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feels so good to be a rose |
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Oh don't, don't you lift me up |
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like I'm that shy, no no no no no, |
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just give it up |
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There are bats all dissolving in a row |
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into the wishy-washy dark that cannot let go |
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and I cannot let go |
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so I thank the lord |
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and I thank his sword |
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though it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored |
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O, morning without warning like a hole |
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and I watch you go |
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There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road |
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There are some dragons who were built to have and hold |
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And some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly |
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and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees |
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(and they sting so terribly) |
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I do as I please |
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Now I'm on my knees |
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Your skin is something that I stir into my tea |
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And I am watching you |
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and you are starry, starry, starry |
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and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown |
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Well, just look around |
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It's why I love this town |
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just see me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly! |
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dedicated dourly; waltzing with the open sea |
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Clam, crab, cockle, cowrie |
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will you just look at me? |
