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A mistake on the part of nature, |
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You're so fabled, so fair, just sit anywhere, |
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I've pencil-sketched the scene, |
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It's feeling byzantine |
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Mistakes on the part of nature, |
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The living proof of what they're calling love, |
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Uncertain sideways streets, |
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Where things that don't match meet |
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A mistake on the part of nature, |
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You are a tall glass, a blast from the past, |
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Where things were simpler then, |
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You ask exactly when |
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A mistake on the part of nature, |
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It's forgiven, moved on, won't wear my son, |
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They said to walk that street, |
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That would feel byzantine |
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Silhouette tell me a tall tale, go, shout it out, |
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Silhouette shout from the top, |
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Sweet talk, |
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Sweet talk |
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Yeah, Sweet talk, |
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Sweet talk |
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Amnesia becomes ambition, |
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Ambition becomes a new sort of, |
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Try name simplicity, |
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Like always byzantine |
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A mistake on the part of nature, |
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It's forgiven, move on, won't wear my son, |
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They said to walk that street, |
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That would feel byzantine(x2) |
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Silhouette tell me a tall tale, go, shout it out, |
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Silhouette shout from the top, |
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Sweet talk, |
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Sweet talk |
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Sweet talk, |
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Sweet talk |
