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You gave me the keys, but not to your home |
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The porcelain locks, they just wouldn't hold |
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Against my shoulder, against the cold |
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They gave right in and went on in |
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You put on your helmet, just to breathe |
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You put on your shoes, but you did not leave |
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You made you mind up and took it all back |
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You flew your plane home with the boxes you packed |
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You filled your vase full but the flowers all died |
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You painted them green but the paint would not dry |
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You linked up a list of thinks not to say |
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I put in the tape and began to play |
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You made your mind up but the thoughts came unstacked |
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You flew your plane home, but I flew it back |
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You filled the lake full, but the fish they all died |
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You painted them blue, but the paint would not dry |
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You filled your vase full but the flowers all died |
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You painted them too, but the paint would not dry |
