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S. Colvin |
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I've been sleeping fair |
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Lately I could swear I'm thinking |
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clearer and clearer |
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And I've been working hard |
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Looking at my punch card and |
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my mirror, my mirror |
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But I daydream in my room |
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I'm baying at the moon |
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Ricochet in time to the the music |
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You just pick a day and I'm in |
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a new destination |
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I take too many planes |
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I know too many names and I |
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forget them |
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I wanted to know if dreams |
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would lie |
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You said they would try and I |
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said let them |
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You just let them |
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But I kill dreams in the chase |
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I slap love in the face |
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Ricochet in time to the music |
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You just pick a day and I'm in |
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a new destination |
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I crawled up from the sewer |
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For something that was truer |
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than I intended |
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I ended up on my knees |
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In this big city I was befriended |
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I transcended |
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But I bruise my friends for more |
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I rail at heaven's door |
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Ricochet in time to the music |
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You just pick a day and I'm in |
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a new destination |