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This is the night the insects appear |
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After 17 years on this side of town |
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Singing the songs they learned underground |
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They've been missing so long |
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I'm surprised they're around |
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It wasn't meant the way you took it |
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With all your pictures hanging crooked |
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But I was glad to see |
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The look on your face anyway |
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This is the part where I break you out |
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And remove any doubt as to which side I'm on |
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Taking the chance and breaking the glass |
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And people will talk |
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For years to come |
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It wasn't meant the way you took it |
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With all your pictures hanging crooked |
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But I was glad to see |
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The look on your face anyway |
