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even as the world's come down between us |
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all my tunnels are all filled with clay |
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even as we're laying here in silence |
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you're typing out a part for me to play |
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we've gone back to the abstract |
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dig your feet into new grass |
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we're ok in a primitive state |
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we're ok, we're ok |
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make muscle ... new to me |
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transform grey into majesty |
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the borrowed stairs, the office towers |
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everything I knew there is not required |
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we're on track in the abstract |
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nothing's there if we turn back |
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no sudden highs, no fake decay |
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everything that goes my way |
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everything that goes my way |
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goes your way from now on |
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everything that goes your way |
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everything that goes your way |
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goes my way, goes my way |
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goes my way from now on |
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taking all the rubber that surrounds us |
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all the tunnels, all they filled with me |
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even though I'm trying to stay quiet |
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you tempt me ... to say |
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we've gone back to the abstract |
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dig our heels in the new grass |
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no sudden moves, no slow escape |
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everything that goes my way |
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everything that goes my way |
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goes your way to now |
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everything that goes your way |
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everything that goes your way |
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goes my way, goes my way |
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goes my way from now |
