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Tipsy with Saint John, |
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He's got me feeling like a kid on Halloween. |
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And he asks me what I want to be, |
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I've got nothing to say. |
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He says that's okay. |
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He says: |
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I don't either, |
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But I've got my dreams to make some apparitions in the fall, |
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But still I see them down in my soul |
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Like little girls in bows held up on |
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Little boys shoulders. |
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Ooh, but oh, oh, oh, oh, |
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Do people in the |
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Oh, oh, oh, older see places on the map get smaller? |
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And promises of happiness stop? |
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I wanna see you again. |
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(Now) now she's drawing circles in the air |
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The ground is moving under me but to where? |
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Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, dooo |
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Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, do, dooo |
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Remember Susie? |
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And she got a pucker apple in the ball of her chin. |
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So I hug her neck and said: |
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I'm sorry for the way I've been. |
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She says that's okay |
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And in my shoulder she says: |
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Oh, oh, oh, oh, |
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Now that I'm |
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Oh, oh, older, |
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The distances of maps got smaller, |
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And promises of happiness stall. |
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I wanna see you again. |
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Now she's drawing circles in the air. |
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The ground is moving under me but to where? |
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Now she's drawing circles in the air. |
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The ground is moving under me but to where? |
