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Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place |
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I'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you |
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Let me drink your wine and waste your time |
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And whatever I've got, I'll give to you |
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We've just got to wait until Spring and see what all it brings |
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I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else |
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We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend not to care |
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If we can conquer Bleeker Street, I know we'll land right on our ****ing feet |
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We're just walking home through an empty lot |
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We'll take the world on |
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Yeah, the year I've had, I think it's worth a shot |
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Counting lines that cross my face and moving objects into place |
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I'll never make it through so I'll make a deal with you |
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Let me drink your wine and waste your time |
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And whatever I've got, I'll give to you |
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We've just got to wait until Spring and see what all it brings |
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I bleed like everybody else, you look like everybody else |
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We'll breathe this toxic air and pretend we don't care |
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If we can conquer Bleeker Street, I know we'll land right on our ****ing feet |
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We're just walking home through an empty lot |
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And we'll take the world on |
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Yeah, the year I've had, I think it's worth a shot |
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I'm writing over days better left forgot |
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And navigating ways through a twisted plot |
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And we're just walking home through an empty lot |
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And we're just walking home through an empty lot |
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And we're just walking home through an empty lot |
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And we're just walking home through an empty lot |
