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If it hurts, kiss it better |
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You wear skirts, |
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I write nice letters |
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Never said nothing with flowers |
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Though we always talked for hours |
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And it seems to get much colder |
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When you cry on your own shoulder |
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And we know the show must go on |
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Guess I know, |
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I guess I'll throw on |
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Some Jefferson |
|
Aero Plane |
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I'm trapped and |
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I am enclosed |
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But I won't complain |
|
I'll open all the windows |
|
Jefferson |
|
Aero Plane |
|
I'm trapped and |
|
I am enclosed |
|
But I won't complain |
|
I'll open all the windows' |
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Cause when it's colder |
|
I feel much better |
|
When I cry on my own shoulder |
|
Just throw on a sweater and go |
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And I'll go to undergo a change of heart |
|
A change of clothes |
|
And when I'm home, |
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I think I'll go eat cereal |
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And stare out the window |
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I'll make the calls you cover your ears |
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Niagara Falls, still flows on |
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New Year's |
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I will save your plunging neck-line |
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Kiss your face, you try to deck mine |
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If I behave it's gonna cost him |
|
Skip the rave in |
|
Downtown Boston |
|
We all know the show must go on |
|
Guess I know, |
|
I guess I'll throw on |
|
Some Jefferson |
|
Aero Plane |
|
I'm trapped and |
|
I am enclosed |
|
But I won't complain |
|
I'll open all the windows |
|
Jefferson |
|
Aero Plane |
|
I'm trapped and |
|
I am enclosed |
|
But I won't complain |
|
I'll open all the windows' |
|
Cause when it's colder |
|
I feel much better |
|
When I cry on my own shoulder |
|
Just throw on a sweater and go |
|
And I'll go to undergo a surgery |
|
To purge me of this lonely mood |
|
And my ego, the status quo |
|
Provides me with a decent attitude |
|
And I'll go to undergo a change of heart |
|
A change of clothes |
|
And when I'm home, |
|
I'll think |
|
I'll go eat cereal |
|
And stare out the window' |
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Cause you confused me more than anyone |
|
An adjustment has begun |
|
To let me feel the desperate need |
|
To leave what we undid undone |
|
And maybe you could sympathize |
|
With the bags under my eyes |
|
And we'll see the signs are saying |
|
That we have used up all our tries |
|
To be a better person |
|
To be a better friend |
|
To be a better son |
|
He tries to be a better someone |
|
That understands the difference |
|
And that he can't show all the people |
|
All the things that really mean |
|
As much as he could |
|
Feels like |
|
I don't remember |
|
Ever being this tired |
|
Before now my eyes were closed |
|
To all of the beauty in this world |
|
Jefferson |
|
Aero Plane |
|
I'm trapped and |
|
I am enclosed |
|
But I won't complain |
|
I'll open all the windows |
|
Jefferson |
|
Aero Plane |
|
I'm trapped and |
|
I am enclosed |
|
But I won't complain |
|
I'll open all the windows' |
|
Cause when it's colder |
|
I feel much better |
|
When I cry on my own shoulder |
|
Just throw on a sweater and go |
|
And I'll go to undergo a surgery |
|
To purge me of this lonely mood |
|
And my ego, the status quo |
|
Provides me with a decent attitude |
|
And I'll go to undergo a change of heart |
|
A change of clothes |
|
And I'll go, oh yes, |
|
I'll goAnd the new me shows so everybody knows |
|
That I've found myself able to fly away |
|
Without magic feathers |
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Or Jefferson |
|
Aero planes |
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I've got with me all that |
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I need |
