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And it all winds up |
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Getting tired of the same thing |
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Cause it's in need of a change |
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The face on my head |
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The hair on my hands is getting |
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Thicker |
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So i suggest we go to bed |
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And sleep until we forget |
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Until we can't ignore |
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What's gone on |
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And what i've done so far |
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isn't any better |
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So i might change my dress |
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And you might feel the same |
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Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing |
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And you can't measure it all |
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Cause the smallest things |
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Are infinitely larger than you think |
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The whole things on the brink of nothing at all |
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It just doesn't work |
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So i might change my dress |
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And you might feel the same |
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Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing |
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And my mouth changes size |
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With the size of the parks |
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Inspire confidence |
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They're beginning to fuse |
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Reversing the poles |
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I won't hear a word in your language |
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So i might change my dress |
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And you might feel the same |
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And i might change my dress |
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And you might feel the same |
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Cause there's pieces of me that won't do a thing |
