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She's a jar with a heavy lid, my pop quiz kid |
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A sleepy kisser, a pretty war with feelings hid |
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She begs me not to miss her |
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She says forever to light a fuse |
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We could use a hand full of wheel |
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And a day off and a bruised road |
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However you might feel tonight is real |
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When I forget how to talk, I sing |
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Won't you please bring that flash to shine |
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And turn my eyes red unless they close |
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When you click and my face gets sick |
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Stuck like a question unposed |
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Just climb aboard |
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The tracks of a train's arm |
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In my fragile family tree |
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And watch me floating inches above |
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The people under me |
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Please beware the quiet front yard |
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I warned you before there were water skies |
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I warned you not to drive |
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Dry your eyes, you poor devil |
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Are there really ones like these? |
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The ones I dream, float like leaves |
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And freeze to spread skeleton wings |
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I passed through before I knew you |
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I believe it's just because |
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Daddy's payday is not enough |
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Oh, I believe it's all because |
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Daddy's payday is not enough |
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Just climb aboard |
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The tracks of a train's arm |
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In my fragile family tree |
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And watch me floating inches above |
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The people under me |
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She's a jar with a heavy lid, my pop quiz kid |
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A sleepy kisser a pretty war with feelings hid |
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You know she begs me not to hit her |