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Underneath the couch |
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I sleep through it all |
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As the very last drop smashed against the wall |
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Out in the drive way accusing words fall out |
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I'm underneath your dress beneath the bedroom window |
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Sometimes |
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I disappear |
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I learned to at an early age |
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Before your very eyes |
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I'm somewhere far away |
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And if I make it down |
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I'm coming for a landing |
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I don't kiss until it's august but fly away in june |
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I'm simply disappeared ,vanished into thin air |
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But sometimes it's much better to just not be there |
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And sometimes |
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I hear words spoken underneath the song and |
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I Associate so freely |
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And sometimes |
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I hear words spoken underneath the song and |
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I Associate compeltely |
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Sometimes |
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I disappear since |
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I was 3 or 4 |
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I see your lips move, but |
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I can't hear you anymore |
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I can't hear you anymore |
