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Could it be my cover blew away this morning |
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it was barely April it was getting warmer |
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here you gave me shelter from the microviolence |
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all the coming and going happening in silence |
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Do you feel like I do when it all surrounds you |
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highway beach and forest sun is shining for us |
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but I can't stay tomorrow I'm going away |
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for my impression to stay, tomorrow I'm going away |
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you can make yourself rare |
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you can raise your value |
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you can be a mystery |
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they don't get to know me |
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my life is leaning to the sound of war |
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I can feel no sorrow to be gone at all |
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half of me is made up mostly I'm a construct |
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city suburb forest cut a new path for us |
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smile at everything you see, that's my technique |
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put your wooden headphones on |
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effigies of warships, call me to your door |
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the form is perfect, but it isn't working |
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the form is perfect, but it isn't working |
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oh micro |
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bring back that body you brought |
