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Pull the final splinters |
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Of missing picture winters |
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You have to give yourself a break |
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What's the fascination |
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With lovers at the station |
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You have to tear yourself away |
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The dream again nobody understands |
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Walking through the long grass on your hands |
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It's not a job to do today |
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Sleep it off |
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Words to make her stay: you said |
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Leave me and the plants die |
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A panic smile across your face |
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Corrugated browline |
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The hissing bitter punchline |
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Call when you can tie your lace |
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The dream again nobody understands |
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Walking through the long grass on your hands |
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It's not a job to do today |
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Sleep it off |
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You rule my world my brother |
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You rule my world compadre |
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The dream again nobody understands |
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Walking through the long grass on your hands |
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It's not a job to do today |
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Sleep it off |