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Call me disruptive, say |
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I break your concentration |
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Familiar patterns, like waves that break too fast |
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What do you do when it's so brand new that it kills you? |
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Came on too strong, couldn't stand it slow, now |
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I knowShe can knock me back like a champ |
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Disembodied ringlets from hair that look like yours |
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Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending |
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She barely fits inside my head but |
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I feel something |
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Every element but one is in my thrall |
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Stop traffic as |
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I lie down in your footpath |
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Like a simile |
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I paint suggestive pictures of me and you |
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Disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours |
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Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending |
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Call me freaky, call me childish |
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Call me Ishmael just call me back, call me back |
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Call me back and |
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I'll follow you around |
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I forget what my friends look like |
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And they forget why they like me but that's old hat |
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I'm so happy how do you write about that? |
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How do you write about that? |
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Disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours |
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Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending |
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Disembodied ringlets from hair that looked like yours |
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Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending |