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Pick it up slow, you pick up |
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What you know |
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And what you don't know |
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Does make your heart |
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Go along |
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Let me go now, or let |
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Me float upon |
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The board that we found |
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That we've been looking on |
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We are out of sight |
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We don't need to hide |
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There's no need to fight |
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The streets are full of light |
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And you just pass me by |
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I cannot see the sky |
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The things I can't tell, just |
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Like the words I can't spell |
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It rings like a bell in my |
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Little head |
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Say what is on, just say what is on |
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And don't let me fade |
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Unless I am done |
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We are out of sight |
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We don't need to hide |
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There's no need to fight |
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The streets are full of light |
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You just pass me by |
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I cannot see the sky |
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It's your way to say goodbye |
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And while she sees me |
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I'm falling away from |
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Where we go |
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From her eyes... |
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Now, I can't tell |
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What makes her ill |
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In that way |
