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Now should you expect to see something that you hadn't seen |
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In somebody you'd known since you were sixteen; |
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if love is a bolt from the blue, then what is that bolt but a glorified screw? |
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and that doesn't hold nothing together |
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Far from these nonsense bars and their nowhere music it's making me sick |
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And I know it's making you sick |
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There's nothing there, it's like eating air |
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It's like drinking gin with nothing else in |
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And that doesn't hold me together. |
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But for one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room |
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And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom |
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I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June |
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But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin |
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Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land |
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She takes into hers my hand |
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She says, \"Boy I know you're lying |
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Oh but then, so am I,\" |
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And to this I said \"Oh well.\" |
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Oh but the green-eyed harpy of the salt land |
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She takes into hers my hand |
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She says, \"Boy I know you're lying |
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Oh but then, so am I,\" |
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And to this I said \"Oh well.\" |
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One crowded hour, you were the only one in the room |
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And I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom |
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I thought I had found my golden September in the middle of that purple June |
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But one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin |
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For one crowded hour, you were the only one in the room |
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I sailed around all those bumps in the night to your beacon in the gloom |
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\"What is this six-stringed instrument but an adolescent loom?\" |
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Over one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin. |
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Owhh |
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Over one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin |
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For one crowded hour would lead to my wreck and ruin. |
