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all the words sound so accidental |
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rise and fall like an old balloon |
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oh, my words and my marble-heavy mind |
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wasting time |
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all wasted on instructions for you to carry me around you. pay me attentions then wave me off with a good bye. |
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when you speak to me, |
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i speak too pleasently. |
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where's the knife? where's the fire? |
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run away like i'm some holiday |
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where's the knife? where's the fire? |
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am i a saint or a liar? |
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where's the knife? where's the fire? |
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i won't question your opinion |
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i can't even disagree. |
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you touch on all my troubles |
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expecting nothing more from me |
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i am eager for you answer. |
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it is just like some baby bird |
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my mouth is so wide open |
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for what you think you might have heard |
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when you speak to me, |
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i speak too pleasently. |
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where's the knife? where's the fire? |
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run away like i'm some holiday |
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where's the knife? where's the fire? |
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am i a saint or a liar? |
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where's the knife? where's the fire? |