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We stopped for coffee |
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In the redwood forest |
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Giant dripping leaves |
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Spoons of powdered cream |
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I wanted to kiss you |
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But I wasn't sure how |
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Like those Indians |
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Lost in the rain forest |
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Forced to drag burning wood |
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Wherever they went |
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They had all forgotten |
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How to start a fire |
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This is why people OD on pills |
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And jump from the |
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Golden Gate Bridge |
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Anything to feel weightless again |
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Those poor lost Indians |
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When the white man found them |
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Most died of TB |
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The rest went insane |
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In our motel room |
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You're drinking slice and gin |
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Reading Moby Dick |
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On the other bed |
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Remember the first time |
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We slept together |
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You said it felt like |
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When you learned to float |
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This is why people OD on pills |
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And jump from the |
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Golden Gate Bridge |
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Anything to feel weightless again |
