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The monkey's sleeping |
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He's dreaming of a distant past |
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The morning sun will wake him soon |
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He'll use a twig to brush his teeth |
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I went out for a walk |
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I'm fumbling for the key |
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I'm in the middle |
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Of something that's too big for me, for me |
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I want you to come home |
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Don't want to be alone |
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All is wrong and nothing's right |
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And what I told you late that night |
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Is just the tip of the iceberg |
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I should have never |
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Ever said, now leave me be |
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And the monkey's sleeping |
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He's one step ahead of me, see |
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The colour of the sky is violet |
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I want you to come home |
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Don't want to be alone |
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Call me crazy, call me wrong |
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Tell me you told me all along |
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It's just the tip of the iceberg |
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I went out for a walk |
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I'm fumbling for the key |
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I lock the door these days |
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That's not at all like me |
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Dress up the big shapes |
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In pink and blue like acid trees |
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Up there the monkey's sleeping |
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Like always way ahead of me, see |
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The colour of your eyes is violet |
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I want you to come home |
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Don't want to be alone |
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Call me crazy, call me wrong |
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Tell me you told me all along |
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I want you to come home |
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Don't want to be alone |
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All is wrong and nothing's right |
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And what I told you late that night |
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Is just the tip of the iceberg |
