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you like |
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to think of the names of |
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the streets in the town where you came from |
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then imagine the day when the signs were first hung |
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and you're sure |
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that you can predict |
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the value of the outdated rhetoric |
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and the poster your friends have you hang on their wall |
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you priced them all |
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and you like |
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to walk on the ends |
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when you follow your friends down the stairs |
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you say it sounds like some old watching man got confused |
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all the things that you say to me |
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just seem like |
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some strange story to fall asleep |
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you think of |
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and i'm trying my best to see if i can't be caught |
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bloodbath on municipal |
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i overheard someone say |
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there's a horseman counting seconds for |
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the end of someone's day |
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and the civilians are mildly sleeping, too |
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banished be cavalier! |
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that's what they shouted from the windows at the end of every year |
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all the things that you say to me just seem like |
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some strange story to fall asleep |
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you think of |
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but you like |
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to think of the names of |
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the streets in the town where you came from |
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then imagine the day when the signs were first hung |
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and you like |
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to walk on the ends |
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when you follow your friends down the stairs |
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you say it sounds like some old watching man got confused |
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there was a bloodbath on municipal |
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i overheard someone say |
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there was a horseman counting seconds for the end of someone's day |
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and the civilians are mildly sleeping, too |
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banished be cavalier! |
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that's what they shouted from the windows at the end of every year |
