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silly malone |
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we found the same |
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we were the ones who leaned on to a solid frame |
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looking for a perfect smile |
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but out on the streets |
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there was always a new style |
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i could not imitate |
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silly malone |
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we felt alive |
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defied all our thrones and borders |
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a way to survive |
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offering the drivers red wine |
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lovesick, smearing on some lipstick |
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for each new borderline |
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i could not cover up |
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i remember when i saw your face in the park |
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you were disguised as a brave little star |
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well, it's ok i see your face in the mirror |
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i surrender to a smile |
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i'm coming home |
