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Good shoes, fake smile |
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Gonna be out for the night |
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Thinking of what the fawn brought |
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Cut time, cut away in the break |
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Of an angel's sign on my end |
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It's a hard day for a melody to take me away |
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I'll wait in the car and count the change |
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The look-ats, who for 'cause |
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I'm going home |
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To the days and the gold |
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And the Why-ats catch thee own |
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Go easy on the reasons |
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You thought |
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I would be |
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Too hard to define |
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Which, back in the cans |
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Shooting off of a cliff |
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You ran as it came |
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It's a wing right over seven days or over weeks |
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We're riding too hard to catch its theme |
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Your face in two bars, |
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I at to see |
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The wide open sea and the skies underneath |
