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You go and I'll be okay |
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I can dream the rest away |
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It's just a little touch of fate, it'll be okay |
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It sure takes its precious time, but it's got rights and so have I |
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I turn my head up to the sky |
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I focus one thought at a time |
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I do not let the little thieves under my tightly buttoned sleeve |
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It couldn't be a longer time, I feel like I am walking blind |
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I have no arrival time |
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There are no legible signs |
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There are no legible signs |
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I like the way that you talk |
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I like the way that you walk |
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It's hard to recreate such an individual gait |
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You wait your turn in the queue |
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You say your \"Sorry\"'s and \"Thank you\"'s |
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I don't think you're ever |
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A hundred percent in the room |
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You're not in the room |
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You're not in the room |
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Deepest of the dark nights |
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Here lies the highest of highs |
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Neopolitan Dreams, stretching out to the sea |
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You wait your turn in the queue |
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You say your \"Sorry\"s and \"Thank you\"s |
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I don't think you're ever |
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A hundred percent in the room |
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You're not in the room |
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You're not in the room |
