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Everything the dead don't know |
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Piles up like magazines, overflows |
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And everything that you won't see |
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Just swirls around |
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Comes down and buries me |
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Do you like this place? |
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Do you like this sound? |
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Do you like this taste? |
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Oh yeah, you're not around |
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But you are still the window, we are |
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Looking out |
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A prison and a lens and a flood and a drought |
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Standing on the corner in the falling snow |
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Posing for a picture in a smile that says |
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Let's go, don't let go, let go! |
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Standing on the corner in the falling snow |
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Arms around each other and a look that says |
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Let's go, don't let go, let go! |
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Let's go, don't let go, let go! |
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Let's go, don't let go, let go! |
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Let's go, don't let go, let go! |
