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And you're allowed to change, you have permission to try |
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You're movin' off to |
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Salt Lake and no one will ask why |
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Movin' off in |
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June, not a day too soon |
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It all seems so perfectly strange |
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Break it all in two and you'll be orphaned too |
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It's all just so perfectly strange |
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And I'm allowed to break when my shit's wrapped too tight |
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And though it all seems strange, this compulsion to die |
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Shovin' off from shore, can't take any more |
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It all seems so perfectly lame |
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Liftin' up on four, breakin' down the doors |
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It's all just so perfectly lame |
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Life was perfectly sad, it's perfectly sadder now |
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And I'm allowed to break, a simple catch in the throat |
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Was it all that great back in the summer of boats? |
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You're allowed to change you don't need permission to try |
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You're movin' off to |
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Salt Lake and no one will ask why |
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Break it all in two, do what you have to do |
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It all seems so perfectly plain |
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I'll make a shrine for you and you can burn that, too |
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It's all just so perfectly, perfectly |
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Life was perfectly sad, it's perfectly sadder now |
