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Everything was wasted, tasted, face it kid |
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You were never what they wanted |
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I'm a bird, i'm a tree, i'm a fish outside. |
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The city is a breast dangling from the sky |
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Oh my feet go where we show the logo |
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my shadow tags on behind |
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Oh the world was never meant to be the Brooklyn Bridge |
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Arcades and soda and tulips |
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Chimneys and houses and old things |
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Computers and loving the cold things |
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Oh my feet go when we show the logo |
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My shadow tags on behind |
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The solo melodies are played over the verses now. |
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Oh time is like a green train of commuters |
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Love is a golden bath of computers |
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I know that everyone's got something that they do |
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But i don't wanna be obsolete to you |
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Oh i don't want to carry my bag on one shoulder for you |
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Oh why is once never enough? |
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Why do i have to cum sticky stuff? |
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I know that everyone's got something that they do |
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But i don't wanna be obsolete to you |
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Oh i don't want to carry my bag on one shoulder for you-oo |
