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I got pockets full of rocks, and twisted sleepy sheets |
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When I don't know what to say, I make death defying leaps |
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Towards you everyday, until we're orbiting |
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I can almost hear your thoughts and see your missing angles |
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Don't go that way, you might fall in like a stone |
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Collect your doubts and you set them on, the wet black bough |
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First kisses, near misses, teacher hisses "Tell me what you've learned" |
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Everything I thought I wanted in this world, has got me turned, upside down |
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Under these suburban stars, we've made our own decisions |
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To break away and start again, with dirt and gravel |
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The circle has been broken, but another reappeared |
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It's smaller but stronger than, it ever was before |
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Broken branches, you see them shake your family tree |
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There's no new leaves, just petals on, the wet black bough |
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First kisses, near misses, teacher hisses "Tell me what we've learned" |
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Everything I thought I wanted in this world, has got me turned, upside down |
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Upside down, upside down |
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Don't go that way, you might sink in like a stone |
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Collect your doubt, set it on, the wet black bough |
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First kisses, near misses, teacher hisses "Tell me what we've learned" |
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Everything I thought I wanted in this world, has got me turned, upside down |
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Upside down, upside down |
