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The grass & the daisies |
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Think a lot more of the days than you |
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& You're you |
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The walls of the maze |
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Know the will more than the way than you |
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& You're just you |
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The buttons on my phone |
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Know I hate to be alone |
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When I dial, I'm in denial |
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But now at least I know |
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Where it is I have to go |
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I need supplies before I arrive |
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"You're running down my thigh," she said |
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"He's such a wonderful guy," she said |
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"There's pride in wanting to die, |
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I think I'll give it a try," she said |
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"I can't make it on my own |
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& It's so hard to be alone |
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When I die |
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I'll be alright," |
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& Now at least she knows |
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Where it is she has to go |
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She'll need supplies before she arrives |
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We're not gonna die like this |
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We're not gonna die like this |
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Sing it with me, it goes like this |
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We're not gonna die like this |
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HUM-MING-BIRD |
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Fly away little humminbird! |
