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My face is leaned up on her |
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N blocks a coptic smile |
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She got the understated |
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She got the car crash hands |
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She got my size ten meathooks |
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They hide a gangees tongue |
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She knows the lawless shan lands |
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She walks a modal mile |
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I stay sub-merged for two days |
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I may go back for three |
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I'm backing off till morning |
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To follow bassline leads |
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I'm standing still on 10th street |
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I'm not the only one |
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I want this night to stretch us |
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There's plenty left to know |
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I walked a million marchers |
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And i got million hands |
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It's all just blistered slipstream |
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It's all just space to run |
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I pull the budda hamstring |
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I'm looking homer tides |
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I clean the pipe hea scrapings |
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I'm not the only one |
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The street breath is upon me |
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We walk the river miles |
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The ageless cities waiting |
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In gospell bus stop eyes |
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You're asking more than reason |
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She ransom freestyle flow |
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She not the only one |
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I'm not the only one |
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She wait with dread upon her |
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She wait butnot for i |
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I try the sky for reason |
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It just won't trust me still |
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I know there's more than i see |
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I know there's more to tell |
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She wait down by the river |
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She knows but keeps it well |