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Looking out across suburban yards |
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To the construct of our days through the thinning of the trees |
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How come I only build a house of cards? |
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That gets blown to pieces by the fall's first fickle breeze |
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When I feel that stirring, the illicit kiss |
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That's just the cool tongue of the devil |
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With a sucker in his midst |
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One day I'll change, you'll be the first one that |
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I callI owe you an apology, too many thanks and that's not all |
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I've been running long before |
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I learned to crawl |
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My calendar lies crumbled laid to waste |
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It's been scrawled on, thumbed through and changed |
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Will this be the measure of my days? |
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Dinners and appointments and deadlines |
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I can't make |
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And when I start to feel it making sense for me |
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That's just hope springing eternally, yeah |
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One day I'll change, you'll be the first one that |
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I callI owe you an apology, too many thanks and that's not all |
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I've been running long before |
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I learned to crawl |
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Outside the summer's gone for good |
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Dying impatiens stacked up wood |
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My friend will get together to cook |
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Talk about what happened, take a second look |
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The master loves the servant who blind heeds him |
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The husband, the obedient wife |
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The snake will always bite the hand that feeds him |
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Even if you love him, even if you save his life |
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One day I'll change, you'll be the first one that |
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I callI owe you an apology, too many thanks and that's not all |
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I've been running long before |
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I learned to crawl |
