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You're a bicycle, |
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we the peloton |
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you are idling |
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with your engine on |
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soon it'll be years. |
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Baby shoes |
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old chromosomes, |
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old patios |
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on brand new homes |
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they've got small bones. |
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Do I/you need you/me |
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is there anything in the easter sun, |
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under your great tongue |
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family pictures hung. |
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C'mon, use your c'mon sense. |
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use your lazy wings |
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if the ballad backs you sing |
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if it hurts you breathe in |
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Soft animals |
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if their hearts |
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pour out glass eyes |
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everywhere like a wooden doll |
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they've got small bones. |
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Do I/you need you/me |
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is there anything in the easter sun, |
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under your great tongue |
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family pictures hung. |
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C'mon, use your c'mon sense. |
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use your lazy wings |
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if the ballad backs you sing |
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if it hurts you breathe in |
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If your ice cream eyes |
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see violent skies, |
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if the stars turn crooked |
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you should just stop looking. |
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C'mon, use your c'mon sense. |
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use your lazy wings |
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if the ballad backs you sing |
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if it hurts you breathe in |
