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quietly |
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and gracefully |
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you move around the weight of the evidence |
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forever side stepping your own shadow and knowing |
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only what you wanna know |
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what you wanna know (x2) |
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says drama queen we're leaving |
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say your goodbyes for the hundred millionth time |
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this house is pushing us out |
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it's just turning heads now |
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sweet thing |
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with hopes like that |
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you're gonna need help |
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sweet thing |
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with hopes like that |
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you're gonna need help |
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avoiding the facts |
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ooh ooh |
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one of these days (x2) |
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i find myself talking to ghosts |
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and there's no such thing as a stupid question |
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but i watch her making so much noise |
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that she thinks that she can win them over |
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win them over |
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i watch her making so much noise |
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that she thinks that she can win them over |
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win them over |
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but i have a compass |
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i watch the sundial |
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and i defy gravity just to get myself |
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back to you |
