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we're two points collapsing |
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supercharged from the storm |
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sun drench in our faces, too deformed |
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bliss with intent to see us |
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peeling locust skins from the locust tree |
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hang on to these places she says to me |
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clearly in this afternoon |
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clearly we will have to turn and come home soon |
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she fell into me a point collapsing |
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with her loving face in the snow |
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the mission could be corrupted |
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and we wouldn't know {and we wouldn't know} |
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my baby reads for the sound |
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I've got my feet against the ground |
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my baby reaches for the sound |
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I'll take you anywhere you want |
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loving us more as you see us |
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peeling locust skins from the locust trees |
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hang on to their faces she screams to me |
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clearly in this afternoon |
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clearly we will have to turn and come home soon |
