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see these arms here by my side |
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where you should be but they cannot hide |
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so they'll swing at things, all the night |
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these limbs are weak try as they might |
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somehow they werent built right |
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but they could astound you |
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when they surround you |
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oh say you're stuck with me |
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like branches to a leaf |
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wouldn't you agree |
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love is such good grief |
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count on me you used to say |
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but I've been counting everyday |
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how high should they climb |
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before we're out of time |
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the summer days are getting me down |
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theres no shade left in this town |
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guess ill never leave |
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walls are fine with me |
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(whoa..) |
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its almost winter time |
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and you know we can't survive |
