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the kids on the corner they're learning the bad trends |
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with their fingers raised to the skies |
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the homeless and hungry they're so short of money |
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but they keep praying for passersby |
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the modern and classy they pretend to be trashy |
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and it puts a grin on my face |
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i live with a lover, his eyes scream "i love her" |
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i love when he sleeps at my place |
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oh baby, don't sleep, just yet, just yet. |
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there are things that i've left to tell you, yes, yes. |
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oh i could touch forever his islands and treasure |
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but i fear one day this will end |
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i'm livin too quickly says, oh, far too many |
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but aren't they just movin too slow? |
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you say i'm the sun, but to me, you're the one |
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and i dream that one day this won't end |
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i always think of him, i pretty much love him |
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to me, he's the ultimate best |
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oh baby, don't sleep, just yet, just yet. |
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there are things i have left to tell you, yes, yes. |
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oh baby, don't sleep, just yet, just yet. |
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there are things i have left to tell you, yes... |
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baby, baby, baby... |
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i'll stand behind the curtain |
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i'll end with a closer |
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here you are |
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here you are |
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(pass the button, pass the thread |
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tapestry tapping your pretty, pretty head |
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pass the paint, pass the brush |
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sit there still while i draw you, in a rush |
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you don't see what you do to me |
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you don't see what you do to me |
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the reeds and the weeds tangle my feet |
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but you are the pulse |
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i follow your beat |
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in the cytoplasm asphyxiation |
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you feed me with your light your rhythms |
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when you sleep i watch your chest |
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once you rise with the sun in the west |
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copy your breathing rhythms so i can be more like you |
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learn your lucid dreaming so we can both sleep there too |
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in dreams we face an identical view |
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an identical view) |
