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Today my mind is drawing a blank |
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I canvas you to color this in |
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There's no gas left in the tank |
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You've always got your engines running |
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You've got no whip but the beast lays down |
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And feeds upon the rest has finally found |
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What are you like? |
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My open door revolver |
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What are you like? |
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My go to problem solver |
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You shine a light in the darkest corners of my mind |
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What are you like? |
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You're that kind |
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I cover mirrors with the clocks |
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I'm getting superstitious lately |
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But you don't ever brush it off |
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You won't cover me to safety |
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And while |
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I'm sitting on this couch |
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You're up and figuring it out |
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What are you like? |
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My open door revolver |
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What are you like? |
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My go to problem solver |
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You shine a light in the darkest corners of my mind |
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What are you like? |
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The Greek chorus of our little play |
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You'll explain me when |
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I act this way |
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And as we go along the unwritten song breaks through |
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And it's all about you |
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What are you like? |
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You're an open door |
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What are you like? |
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You're the best and more |
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What are you like? |
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You're a sacred text |
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What are you like? |
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You're what's coming next |
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What are you like? |
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You're my open door |
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What are you like? |
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You're my open door |
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What are you like? |
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You're my open door |
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What are you like? |
