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We've been looking for the holes in the sky |
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I don't want no other girl |
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My hands are dry |
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And we pissed off all the saints too many times |
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I don't want no other girl |
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That's all I know |
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And these blue buttons make your face look so cold |
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I her the crying city lights I left behind |
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And if the stars could do anything at all |
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(You see them only when they fall) |
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There would be no more goddamn |
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Rock'n'roll |
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And it feels like all I've got |
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And it feels like crap |
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(Girls they gonna come |
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Shiny rockets from another land |
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They will take us back |
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Just before the heavy sky breaks down) |
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I've been looking through these eyes for so long |
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But I don't want no other girl |
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If you just always let me |
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Look and don't answer you at all |
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And all my questions sound so loud |
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But they're just mostly |
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All I've got, and it feels right |
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All I've got, and it feels like crap |
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And all those days he spent just drawing posters |
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Smoking cigarettes |
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And growing hair |
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And every night he took the hedgehogs from the streets |
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And flew back kites |
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But doesn't know why |
