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Don't know how much of this I can take it |
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Waking up anxious |
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I see poles and criss-crossed telephone wires |
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None of the trees and |
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None of the flowers |
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And then somewhere, somewhere I can |
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I know I can, lighten up |
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You poked a hole and threaded the string through |
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Meanin' for me to |
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Lighten up |
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Don't know how long of this I can play it |
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Circular dreamin' |
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Thin like a movie screen, glitches and phrases |
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Flicker and fadin' |
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On me. |
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And love, somewhere, somewhere I can |
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I know I can, lighten up |
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Cause you poked a hole and threaded the string through |
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Meanin' for me to |
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Lighten up |
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I remember wakin' up and seeing beautiful |
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Something no one had to tell me, that's for sure |
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And of all the things that I can be |
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I know I can be kind of dark |
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But you poked a hole and it's lettin' the line through |
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And now I can hear you, |
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Lighten up. |
