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How could it be |
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That tendons bound to bones within my feet |
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Were bound to believe |
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That they should move themselves to up and leave |
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I should say that |
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I'm sorryOn their behalf |
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I should say something funny |
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But you will not laugh |
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I didn't see |
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The steps |
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I took had taken you from me |
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Where would we be |
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If I let myself be swept away to sea |
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I would cry out to tell you |
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But you'd not be there |
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I would cry out to tell you |
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But you wouldn't care |
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Oh, I could lead a stationary life and you will see |
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You'll believe my love is carried to you by my feet |
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My bones are wrong |
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Sometimes, sometimes bones are wrong |
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I know I'm not leaving |
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I know I believe it |
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How could it be |
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This teeny little things within your knees |
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Bring you to me |
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And they can keep on moving when you sleep |
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I know I'm not leaving you all alone |
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I know I believe it and so do my bones |
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So do my bones |
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And so do my bones |
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Oh, I could lead a stationary life and you will see |
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You'll believe my love is carried to you by my feet |
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My bones are wrong |
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Sometimes, sometimes bones are wrong |
