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I - I'm the wall of sand, and stone, andyou - you're some kind of ivy |
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I'm trying to holdas best as |
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I can.But |
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I'm a disaster! |
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I could not be burning faster! |
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I stick my arms into webs! |
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I take my meals with weirdos,and play with my rocket ships. |
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And all the while, you -- you - are so composed. |
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You are the most gracious thing |
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I know -touched by cooking fires, touched by snow. |
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And I - I think you're fantastic,and |
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I - I know that you care. |
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I'll put my rockets away,if you let fallyour house of skin and air. |
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I've been running off of fumes, again. |
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I've been running off my mouth. |
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I've been running in the hoursbetween midnight and dawnin the direction of the moon,with the impressionthat's the way to find your house. |
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So hey, have you built your bastion? |
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And hey, how long can you put up with these questions,when you've got nowhere to goexcept into the terrible air? |
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And I - I think you're fantastic,and |
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I - I know that you care. |
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I'll put my rockets away,if you let fallyour house of skin and- |
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Erring on the side of caution - apparently past,come down from the rim of that crystal glass. |
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I - I'm wall of sand, and stone, andyou - you're some kind of ivy |
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I'm trying to holdas best as |
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I can. |
