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I'm visiting |
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The ground's a little weathered where i stood |
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Right field in my neighborhood |
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I was mostly last, always least |
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Dig it |
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At graduation everyone |
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Will throw their hats into the sun |
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Then they'll drop like flies to the sea |
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This is not my cup of tea |
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And valerie |
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The winter won't be keeping her around |
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I'm nailing leaves to the ground |
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But it feels like sand underneath |
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Dig it |
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She's never letting me forget |
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I've always been an idiot |
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And at times like this i agree |
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This is not my cup of tea |
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Crash |
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In a wrinkle of steel we are gone |
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Will my last breath be a yawn |
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Watching them sorting debris |
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This is not my cup of tea |