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Watch an eyeball |
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Take a free fall |
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At the mention of a name |
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In its socket |
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And like a rocket |
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Rises just the same |
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Could my eyelids (could my eye) |
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Cover what |
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I did The shuttin of the door |
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And could these ceilings |
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Contain my feelings |
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Me down on the floor |
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Jerked my fountain |
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Ice cream mountains |
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I suppose |
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I'm just too late |
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Form a line here |
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Think I'll die here |
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These people nauseate me |
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But if my patience |
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Were a spaceship |
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High up in orbit |
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I would rise here |
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Hypnotized here |
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Risen from where |
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I sit A solid angle |
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My legs do dangle |
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Off the counter's edge |
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Soft words spoken |
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Promises broken |
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I Close my eyes instead |
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But could my eyelids |
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Cover what |
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I did The shuttin' of the door |
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Could these ceilings |
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Contain my feelings |
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Me down on the floor |
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Me down on the floor |
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Me down on the floor |
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Me down on the floor |
