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hey, something is new |
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it got into me |
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and I hope that it got into you |
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the way my covers are made |
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trumpets will play |
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and I hope that it's inside, |
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I hope that it got into you |
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there's no doubt |
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here lies Amelia Bright |
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in a red 50's dress |
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from a thrift shop nearby |
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I laid on the ground |
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and stared at the sky |
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with Amelia Bright |
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there's clothes |
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that hide them away |
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there's me spread |
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all over the floor |
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and I'm lost in one place, |
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I'm stuck, and I'm straight, |
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and I hope that you feel the same way |
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there's no doubt |
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here lies Amelia Bright |
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in a red 50's dress |
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from a thrift shop nearby |
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I laid on the grass |
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and stared at the sky |
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with Amelia Bright |
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there's no doubt, |
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there's nothing to work out |
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you're alone, |
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'cause you're always on your own |
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when you yawn, |
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it makes me want to yawn, too |
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plain, expressionless view |
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it got into you, |
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with a necklace, no shoes, |
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the promise of truth, |
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and a life to be bright and new |
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there's no doubt |
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here lies Amelia Bright |
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over the bars of |
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the graveyard at night |
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I laid on the grass |
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and stared at the sky |
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with Amelia Bright, |
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with Amelia Bright, |
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with Amelia Bright |
