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To be an emotion actor |
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Two broken strings attract her |
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A groom, a face, a life-filled room |
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Hesitate to throw a coin in a wish could be a bad thing |
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My mouth is just a mesh of drool |
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I'm standing on a bridge |
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I won't get hit from up high |
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A talking fish comes as she moves |
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I want to be like water, |
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And never need a doctor, |
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And carve the earth without my tools (To-oool!) |
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All of the things that |
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I relate to well like goggles and paint tubes |
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Transparent paper wings that float above me while |
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I sleep To make the room more natural |
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To think I'm dying, |
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I'm dying, |
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I'm dying |
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The color after sunset |
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You'd do anything the drink's at |
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The crush has come just like a willow |
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He doesn't need a house |
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There's shoes in every house |
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There's the drips, the black spots on my pillow |
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I want to be like water |
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And slip into your throat and |
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Make you feel alive and good |
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I want to be like water |
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And never have a doubt |
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And crack the hoods around my pool (To-ool!) |
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All of the things that |
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I relate to well like goggles and paint tubes |
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Transparent paper wings that float above me while |
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I sleep To make a room more natural |
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To think of dying, dying, dying |
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And all the dreams that |
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I awake to read like postulatings |
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And all the things |
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I hate I wish |
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I didn't have to hate |
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To find a room that's natural |
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To live on by in 'em by in 'em, by |
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I don't think you know just what you're doing |
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You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving |
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Said, I don't think |
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I know exactly what |
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I'm doing |
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You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving |
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When you wake up from your snoozin' |
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Gonna tell you how to do it my way |
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Gonna tell you what |
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I'm doin' |
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Raising knife up in my drum |
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Everybody talks bubbling |
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And I got no way to stop it |
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It's a song about the days you spend |
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Without me at our home |
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If I don't think you know just what you're doing |
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You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving |
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Said, I don't think |
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I know exactly what |
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I'm doing |
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You pretend to know exactly all the things you keep on moving |
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When you wake up from your snoozin' |
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Gonna tell you how to do it my way |
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Gonna tell you what |
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I'm doin' |
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Raising knife up in my drum |
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Everybody talks bubbling |
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And I got no way to stop it |
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It's a song about the days you spend |
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Without me at our home |
