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On the waydown they saw a lot they don't remember |
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and if you asked them how, they couldn't say how they got there |
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and if you want them now you could just pull on the lever |
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and say, 'I'm hung up on gravity.' |
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you move your mouth and you start to talk |
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you close your eyes and then lose the thought |
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what's mine is mine and what's yours you probably got |
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and we all fall |
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on the waydown they saw alot they don't remember |
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and if you asked them how, they'd say gravity's how they got there |
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and if you want them now you could just pull on the lever |
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and say, 'I'm hung up on this decade.' |
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they found some shelves on a school's sand house |
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they created pagers to collect all their calls |
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what's mine is mine and what's yours and we all always fall |
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and we fall |
