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I notice you shaking |
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And I can't help but wonder |
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If she won't mind me asking |
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Was she caught in bad weather? |
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If it's something incurable |
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Oh, I think I'd be frightened |
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I start to consider |
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She starts talking about the weather |
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And as we detail these signs |
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Take a mystical passage |
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From the book of St. Thomas |
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Who finds the meaning won't die |
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Just give me the deal man |
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as I'm bad with conception |
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I'm a dream enthusiast |
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And a fairy-tale believer |
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I wanna know 'cause I'm always alone |
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I've got a little but it isn't enough |
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And look a little bit further down |
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Who's that man there wearing that thorny crown? |
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Now look a little bit further now |
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I wonder what he'll do |
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When the last believer has dropped dead |
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Now the chattering annoys me |
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But I can't stop her moving |
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She's sitting so close |
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And I can smell her damp sweater |
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I'm a graveyard of hopes |
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And a dump of ambition |
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I'm sitting on the edge |
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of a wading pool, fishing |
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I know it happens and I know I'm okay |
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They say the sun shines on everyone someday |
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And look a little bit further down |
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Who's that man there wearing that thorny crown? |
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Now look a little bit further now |
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I wonder what he'll do |
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When the last believer has dropped dead |
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And look a little bit further down |
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Who's that man there wearing that thorny crown? |
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Now look a little bit further now |
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I wonder what he'll do |
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When the last believer has dropped dead |
