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Drag the river with a comb that you just bought |
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For a dollar at the drugstore on the font |
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If you catch a body falling star falling star |
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Is it anybody 'cause those has-beens don't fall far |
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Not like a comet shard not like a bullet shot at a passing car |
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Planned from the beginning from the very start |
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An arrow through the middle of the truest of hearts |
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That trick sent us into triple overtime and into sudden death |
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Certain inconsistencies saved us at the net |
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Like that gentle retardation that I never will forget |
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I won't forget not like the time you let pass you by |
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Like a comet in the night with its tail shining bright |
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A poker in the face of a dream pursuing sight |
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Salt sugar water and grease |
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Run through the veins of the local police |
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Wide of the target and short of the mark |
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Like bears in the corner of a national park |
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They don't bark like dogs |
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Or howl at the moon like a wolf in the fog |
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They never move too fast too far or too soon |
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The night you beat me up you said it wouldn't last |
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And you thought it would sink into the past |
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But it never could and it never will |
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I drag the river and I feel it still |
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A candy coating on the bitterest pill but I taste it |