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I picture you vague |
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You never wore denim until then |
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Stuck at Four Lane Ends |
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A flip-down bench |
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An inept perch |
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Stuck at Four Lane Ends |
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Rubble and railroads |
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Peppering the plains |
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A tanoy crackles |
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Announcing more delays |
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If I was alone, I would've dropped |
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Your mere presence pulled me up |
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Wiping dead grass |
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From each other backs |
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On top of Primrose Hill |
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Wavering attention |
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Questioning commitment |
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On top of Primrose Hill |
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The position of passion |
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Is irrelevant |
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'Cause I've been trained to adore |
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The insignificant |
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If I was alone, I would've dropped |
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I think it was your presence; pulled me up |
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We uneathed a dinosaur spine |
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Of smooth bony rock |
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My hands mapped out your reddened back |
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Between the marks of your shaps |
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If I was alone, I would've dropped |
