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When one line refuses to cover |
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When his heart is already tied to another |
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If it is traced from the cycle I'm in |
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When the turn stops the next one begins |
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One ten second relapse to meander (?) |
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Endanger to the point of a stinger |
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Now it's stuck in my gut |
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Is it my turn to keep these things shut |
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Sometimes you dream of people |
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Older than your city in the back of your mind |
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The pages tear away from the spine |
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Then it's your turn to make our mind |
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Five wings and the poacher has me |
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Staring like you don't want to see |
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We call it a blast from the past |
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We can fly by to make it last |