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I walked thru the door and took a seat |
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Listening to words |
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That seem to bounce right off my chest |
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Like I heard it all before |
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Teach an old dog the same old trick |
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Tide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |
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I ate the crumbs and |
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I spilled the wine |
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The thought that counts |
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Burning candles shining in the light |
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ShiningTide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |
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Tide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |
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I walked thru the door and took a seat |
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Listening to the words |
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That seem to bounce right off my chest |
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Like I heard it all before |
|
Teach an old dog the same old trick |
|
Tide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |
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Tide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |
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Tide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |
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Tide underside my pillow |
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Willow thundering |