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I find I'm humming the songs of Paul Simon |
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In my cap and raincoat |
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Are we just a pile of hearts |
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With the staggered starts and bones that wander |
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Over roads have been used |
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Now the highways are bruised and cars get tired |
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So I could be jobless and nameless |
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Well thank goodness for singing in the city |
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We could be twins |
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Everybody looks like my friends |
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I find I'm naming the trees as we're passing |
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Like Richard, king of captains |
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All the things that we make |
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With the functions that fake us out with fiction |
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Until we are twins |
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And everyone looks like my friends |
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We could be twins |
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Everyone looks all pretend |
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We could be twins |
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Everyone looks like my friends |
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Yeah we could be twins |
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Everyone looks so pretend |
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Yeah we could be twins |
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Everyone looks like my friends |
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And we could be twins |
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We could be twins |
