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I catch a fly in my hand |
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my knuckles go white |
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I wanted to fly |
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it didn't help me understand |
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but it sure felt good to hold |
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Heavy change is what I need |
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no bag of silver with a smiling queen |
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i got a spider in a box you see |
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someday i'll take a little sum for me |
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From Rome to my very hand |
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slipping through like each grain of sand |
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I open letters to the sound of air |
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but, aw get away I don't want to share |
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I catch a fly in my hand |
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my knuckles go white |
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I wanted to fly |
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it didn't help me understand |
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but it sure felt good to hold |
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Look for the silver theres a finders fee |
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and theres an acre for every tree |
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I wanna go share it around |
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I drop a penny and i hear no sound |
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I close the box, hide it away |
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and put a value on their currency |
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thats ten to them for every one to me |
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swollow the key for another day |
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I catch a fly in my hand |
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my knuckles go white |
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I wanted to fly |
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it didn't help me understand |
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but it sure felt good to hold |
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It's through the nose, this shit is true |
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My favourite letters, I.O.U |
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I cut some feathers with some amber beads |
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i got an empty bag of some whales teeth |
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Show me the blood to pasify |
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Its what makes mothers leave to babies cry |
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I wanna go share all around |
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I change the time for every pound of pounds |
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I catch a fly in my hand |
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my knuckles go white |
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I wanted to fly |
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it didn't help me understand |
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but it sure felt good to hold |
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I catch a fly in my hand |
|
my knuckles go white |
|
I wanted to fly |
|
it didn't help me understand |
|
but it sure felt good to hold |
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I catch a fly in my hand |
|
my knuckles go white |
|
I wanted to fly |
|
it didn't help me understand |
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but it sure felt good to hold |