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When the breeze takes a key |
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Out of your palm |
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And you're tired of playing |
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Playing the fool |
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Grab the lid back and cover |
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Everything you can |
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In an hour's time |
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Just when you get a look at |
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Your direction |
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That's when you realize |
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Somebody with dead feet |
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Shouldn't walk out on a limb |
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But I can see you're just a stupid full of words |
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And you couldn't reach out your hand |
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The city's ripe - jealousy and spite |
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Never really make you strong |
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You gotta get the proper button |
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On the information coming along |
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Where's your tact - the grab is on |
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About a thousand speed of light |
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I want a sister lost in me |
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Then you got it again and again |
