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Somewhere upstairs, somewhere upstairs |
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Somewhere upstairs, somewhere upstairs |
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And then I stretch across this huge place |
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My back is arching, enjoying this elongation |
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Tiny holes letting light through |
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I feel her eyes lean on my left side |
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And she is round |
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And this inky hair grows beyond definition |
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Somewhere upstairs, somewhere upstairs |
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Somewhere upstairs, somewhere upstairs |
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This place opens before us |
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I drop my book into her well |
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And she will give me these drops on my tongue |
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I drink, I drink in me, I say, "I'm so old" |
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I've been here a million times |
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And then I cry like a baby |
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Somewhere upstairs, somewhere upstairs |
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Somewhere upstairs, somewhere upstairs |
