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I hope you stay in charge of your mouth |
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I hope you stay in charge of it |
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When nothing's fluid, you drink yourself through it |
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Outside, you draw, draw yourself |
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Feel the breeze |
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That's a real thing that touches your skin |
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But memories |
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Well, they're not real |
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Ooh (x4) There's nothing there |
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Now can we visit your old house again? |
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I feel as though |
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I've left instructions there |
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Could it be that you were so small that |
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The garage room, well, they've pulled it down |
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Oh, nothing's ruined 'cause we still have the picture |
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Of dog roses and stuff for the pyre |
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Ooh (x4) Oh yeah |
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Have you always slipped backwards |
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Just now, |
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I see you always slip backwards |
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Oh you, will you always slip backwards |
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Just now, oh you always slip |
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Ooh (x4) |