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Holding your hand |
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on the cold, brown vinyl seat |
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Brown sled speeding to sounds of Eliot |
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and each other's post-Christmas blues |
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Curry and Alcohol |
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Just go to the bank again, |
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there's some more in there |
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there's some more in there |
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there's some more in there |
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I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you. |
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I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you. |
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If I hadn't gone a year ago |
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Hadn't turned around to meet you |
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Exchange tapes, to pour the wine |
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To show for you while she ignored you |
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you slept in my bed |
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you exist in my head |
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I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you |
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I don't think it's ok to be going downhill with you |
