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Places |
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We move in and out of |
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Watching faces |
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Float around the motel lobby |
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Like fishes |
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They're all blowing air |
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We know it must mean something |
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But we just stare |
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We stood |
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On Primrose Hill like statues |
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We were so good |
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Walked along the locks |
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And into Camden |
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Tried on silver shoes |
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And orange plastic jackets |
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Places |
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We move in and out of |
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Fast as hail stones |
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Make jokes |
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Hey, isn't that the word |
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For our tombstones |
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So that everyone will know |
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When they're out one afternoon |
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And they stop to read the stones |