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Oh gotta see, gotta know right now |
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What's that riding on your everything? |
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It isn't anything at all |
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Oh gotta see, gotta know right now |
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What's that writing on your shelf |
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In the bathrooms and the bad motels? |
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No one really cared for it at all |
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Not the gravity plan |
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Early, early in the morning |
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It pulls all on down my sore feet |
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I wanna go back to sleep |
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In the motions and the things that you say |
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It all will fall, fall right into place |
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As fruit drops, flesh it sags |
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Everything will fall right into place |
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When we die, some sink and some lay |
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But at least, I don't see you float away |
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And all the spilt milk, sex and weight |
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It all will fall, fall right into place |
