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When I tip-toed down to see the somebody |
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Shocked the somebody was me |
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That's the silliest thing I've heard |
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Things get wierder every day |
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But truth it stays |
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I'll eat the horse if the horse eats hay |
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Went out drinking and |
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Had a few |
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Lord only knows what I |
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Said to you |
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In a smoky bar downtown |
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People swirling all around |
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Everyone starts to look the same |
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If you softly whisper their name |
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In a smoky bar downtown |
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The longer the hesitation |
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The smaller the celebration |
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A guide to our salvation |
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The problem with solutions |
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Read a book and thought of you |
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Thought of all the things I don't do |
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Doing do not doing say |
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Sometimes words just sound like noise |
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Other times noise makes the prettiest sounds |
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And noise it gets around |
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I am lost and I am found |
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When I tip-toed down to see |
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The somebody |
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Shocked the somebody was me |
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That's the silliest thing I've heard |
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Things get weirder everyday |
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But weirder all truths stay |
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I'll eat the horse if the horse eats hay |
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The longer the hesitation |
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The smaller the celebration |
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A guide to our salvation |
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The problem with solutions |
