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It's a heartbreak even situation |
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Nothing lost and nothing gained |
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So I'm 10 years old again |
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Standing in the backyard waving at a train |
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I feel you make love to me slightly |
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Every time you let a little laugh slip too soon |
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And the moment passes over us so lightly |
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It feels like sand blowing over a dune |
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You try not to let your emotions show |
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But it ain't a balloon you can just let go |
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It's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun |
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Sticky hands |
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Sticky arms |
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Sticky situation |
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It's a heartbreak even situation |
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One part powerful elation |
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One part pitiful and frail |
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And I'm trying to feel my way around |
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A book of promises written in braille |
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There is pressure from within this |
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And pressure from above |
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There is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love |
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And there's wet wool blankets one, two, three |
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Laid onto my chest |
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'Til I just can't breathe |
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And I try not to let my emotions show |
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But it ain't a balloon I can just let go |
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It's an ice cream cone dripping in the sun |
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Sticky hands |
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Sticky arms |
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Sticky situation |
