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We'll, I can't stand you lying here on the floor. |
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But then again, I've asked you to move before, |
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And you haven't. |
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I tried to get out of my apt. door, |
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And you were blocking the way, |
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Passed out from the night before. |
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I had to carry my suitcase over you, |
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As you lay in your manger there, |
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Passed out in a pool of drool and despair. |
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I said, I can't stand you lying here on the floor, |
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But then again, I've asked you to move before |
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And you haven't. |
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When I came home, you were talking about the sun |
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- how it 'circles' in a dance of its own, |
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And talking to it on the phone. |
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About how the moon is a 'drop of earth' |
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Covered in thousands of lakes. |
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We both swim in them, escaping our darkness and hate. |
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Looking for love, searching for it, |
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We go looking for love, searching for it, above |
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Music: our love |
