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Sit down and fire away' |
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I know it's tricky when you're feeling low' |
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When you feel like your flavour |
| [00:26.220] |
Has gone the way of a pre-shelled pistachio... |
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I know you're weighed down |
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You're fed up with your heavy |
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Your boots |
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laced with melancholy notion's all you own... |
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I do - like sugar - |
| [01:07.150] |
Tend toward the brittle and sticky when spun |
| [01:11.950] |
and I know my demeanor |
| [01:14.970] |
has gone the way of a photo left out in the sun... |
| [01:20.400] |
so I try to keep myself in lillies and flax seeds... |
| [01:27.880] |
oh what a folly- fooling just yourself... |
| [01:52.310] |
Sit down and smoke away' |
| [01:55.850] |
I wouldn't knock it till you're in them shoes |
| [02:00.330] |
oh watch as ours subtlety blows away |
| [02:03.790] |
as a blusher gives way to a bruise... |
| [02:08.500] |
But seemly' we'd freely make a trade-off |
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a dry rot to take the weight off |
| [02:18.480] |
Swap the boots for red shoes |
