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dark hair unfurling in the wind |
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moonlight on your tattooed skin |
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windows down starlight |
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in the world outside us |
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passing spray painted walls you're street art |
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flown economy i've been set free |
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hold me in your arms call me sweetie |
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through the snowy season |
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she's always found the dream to be better than the real one |
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she always chose the dream over the real one |
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girl graffiti |
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with the order in take a seat |
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the coffees poured the empties clean |
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scan the skyline through the naked trees |
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the world outside us |
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see you on the street you've been set free |
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you don't know what you think |
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it's a cardboard box from the liquor store |
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she keeps my letters in |
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she's always found the dream to better than the real one |
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she always chose the dream over the real one |
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girl graffiti |
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you're so much better |
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lonely |
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you carry it still |
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like your hometown |
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you're breaking the deal |
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tried to make it |
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a force of will |
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like a bad vice |
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you carry it still |
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girl graffiti |
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she always chose the dream over the real one |
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she always chose the dream over the real one |
