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Eyes rolled back, we lash the runner |
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You called out to the summer soil |
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And it's not that, we're barely oiled |
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You crawled back to whip the silence |
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I climbed up two dozen roses |
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Each one caught like a Sunday soldier |
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Hair tied back, I've a tendency to lose it |
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Round the act, you lost your colour |
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I fired up, was the forceful endue me |
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Each one like caught the first one soothing |
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Lies a like I can rock a story |
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Children's eyes takes another toll on me |
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It falls back in the sun's contusion |
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I call out, I cannot be foolish |
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God was right in the first of the cooling |
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Side wind up, where's the rest of the loose change? |
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Well I thought I found God, for the rest of the cool age |
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Peaceful now but to colour the tulip |
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Sides rise up for the ones who choose them |
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Each one bad like the revolution knew this |
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And I liberate these things is all it is |
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Yes, I liberate these things that I say |
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