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Birds fly into my windshield |
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Thoughts fall from my thoughts |
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This good luck charm hanging off my arm |
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Was left here by the police |
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Words fall out of my pockets |
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And cats dance under my feet |
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This colorful spell under which i live |
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Protects me from all i write |
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And the microscope reveals the scope |
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Of my very best intentions (best intentions) |
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Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright |
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On the only nice part of me |
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Birds fly into my windshield |
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Thoughts fall from my thoughts |
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This good luck charm hanging off my arm |
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Was left here by the police |
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And the microscope reveals the scope |
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Of my very best intentions (best intentions) |
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Oh yes the tiny light shines twice as bright |
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On the only nice part of me |
