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You got no reason to go |
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I'll make it up, I don't know |
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You got no reason to stay |
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Anyway, any day |
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The flowers down the side of the house this morning |
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The tiny wheels within the whirl |
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A date pulled backwards and then left drowning |
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So the future can't uncurl |
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You've got no reason to laugh |
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Lead you down, telepath |
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You've got no reason to cry |
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Anyhow, any why |
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The women by the shore in the night are leaving |
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The angry dawn slyly grins |
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The soul scraper air that the boys are breathing |
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Assembled parts, tiny sins |
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You've got no reason to live |
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Pheremone |
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You've got no reason to die |
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Anyhow, any time |
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The music and the traffic and the rain are blending |
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The water meters, the fire escapes |
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Children in the present moment unending |
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Nobody knows their former shapes |
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You've got no reason to live |
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Pheremone |
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You've got no reason to die |
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Anyhow, any time |
