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Creases crawl across my brow |
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I don't feel too good right now |
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Fingers fumble at your chin |
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So you've spread your words too thin |
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And when you don't reply |
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I catch what you mean as it slips by |
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I'm fishing in your eye |
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There's a speech at midday |
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Try to picture hair that's gray |
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Children cheer on his knee |
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Flags wave in this recipe |
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A sideshow that I don't buy |
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I catch what he means as it slips by |
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I'm fishing in your eye |
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Hunger we can't contain |
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Though we don't make it plain |
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You took my hand, took my seat |
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Anticipation's high |
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I catch what you mean as it drifts by |
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I'm fishing in your eye |
