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I still wear these worn out jeans |
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I have to wear long-johns undeneath |
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Down by the harbour there's a cool cool breeze |
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Have you ever wondered if oceans can freeze |
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Strings on my fathers old guitar |
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The position of the northern star |
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The clock-like beat of the budgies heart |
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Tick-tick-tick now they know where you are |
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I try the light therapy from the Xerox-machine |
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The gentle beat of a tambourine |
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And it's not like I can't stand |
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To see you with another man |
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I just don't wanna see good love |
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Fall into the wrong hands |
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Behind the craze there's a pretty sunset |
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Water shines like tiny bells |
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I feel the warmth in the cigarette |
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But everything else |
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And it's not like I can't stand |
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To see you with another man |
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I just don't wanna see good love |
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Fall into the wrong hands |
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I try the light therapy from the Xerox-machine |
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The gentle beat of a tambourine |
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And it's not like I can't stand |
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To see you ruin our plans |
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I just don't wanna see good love |
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Fall into the wrong hands |
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Fall into the wrong hands |
