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Your eyes they look so bright, |
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a funky flair in my appetite, |
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but there's no room for you, |
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my feet are on the ground, |
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and my head is in the clouds, |
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but you still can't break through, |
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whatcha gonna do. |
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I'm not just gonna stand around, |
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Waiting for my lips to be read, |
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falling through the cracks in the ground, |
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my feelings need to be said. |
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Flowing like water in a crimson melody, |
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the orange plastic sun is shining, |
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and the truth so hard to see, |
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the rain of your existence if falling down on me, |
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and the soap suds spread like a disease from my washing machine. |
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I'm not just gonna stand around, |
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Waiting for my lips to be read, |
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|
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falling through the cracks in the ground, |
[01:36.52] |
|
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my feelings need to be said. |
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I'm not just gonna stand around, |
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waiting for you, |
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falling through the cracks in the ground, |
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and I'm hoping that you'll make your next move, |
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that you'll make your next move... |
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I'm not just gonna stand around, |
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Waiting for my lips to be read, |
[02:28.52] |
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falling through the cracks in the ground, |
[02:33.65] |
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my feelings need to be said. |