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There's no beast, obviously |
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The floor just creaks, obviously |
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The morning with coffee was snowy and sweet |
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And there was this small, snow-white dog who was barking at our feet, honestly |
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Honestly |
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Drove all day to the vacant beach |
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Grey mist hanging over the sea |
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Alleys clogged with magazines |
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And the boardwalk is empty |
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The house in the valley is open this week |
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Imagine the sea looking in at the slowly moving sheets - honestly |
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Honestly |
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If you feel weak, leave it to me |
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If you need sleep, leave it to me |
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Need a walk on the beach, leave it to me |
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Leave it to me, leave it to me |
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If you feel weak, leave it to me |
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If you need sleep, leave it to me |
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Need wool socks for your feet, leave it to me |
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Shoulder on which to sleep |
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And an ear into which to weep, leave it to me |
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Leave it to me, leave it |
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Leave it to me to not speak |
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When I pass you on the street |
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Leave it to me to feel weak |
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To run from you |
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To not speak |
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When I pass you on the street |
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Leave it to me to feel weak, I feel weak |
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Number thirty-three, leave it to me |
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Number thirty-three, leave it to me |
