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Keystone bridges clip the sky from window seats |
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Lean right over me |
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Smell my promises to take a pleasant start |
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Ease a sense of heart, give a little bit |
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Maybe you were my song |
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Don't have to stay too long |
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Fed up with your friends |
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Whatever I could do to mend it now |
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Phone lines follow us like heartbeats in the dusk |
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Hold my hand and gush |
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Sweet landscapes from the bus |
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Ah ,the straw your neck is strong as a drawbridge in stencil |
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Work all week and find defeat in the tent's intense tendrils |
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On the mend we line 'em up |
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Oh, Viperous |
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The slippery facts we tend to trust |
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Oh, Viperous |
