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Well the rain falls down without my help i'm afraid |
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And my lawn gets wet though i've withheld my consent |
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When this grey world crumbles like a cake |
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I'll be hanging from the hope |
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That i'll never see that recipe again |
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As i walk, i think about a new way to walk |
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As i think, i'm using up the time left to think |
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And this train keep rolling off the track |
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Trying to act like something else |
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Trying to go where it's been uninvited |
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It's not my birthday |
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It's not today |
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It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? |
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When the word comes down, 'never more will be around' |
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Though i'll wish you were there, i was less than we could bear |
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And i'm not the only dust my mother raised |
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So, i'm rattling the bars around this drink tank |
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Discreetly i should pour through the keyhole or evaporate completely |
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But there'd be no percentage, and there'd be no proof |
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And the sound upon the roof is only water |
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And the rain falls down without my help i'm afraid |
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And my lawn gets wet though i've withheld my consent |
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When this grey world crumbles like a cake |
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I'll be hanging from the hope |
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That i'll never see that recipe again |
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It's not my birthday |
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It's not today |
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It's not my birthday, so why do you lunge out at me? |
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When the word comes down, 'never more will be around' |
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Though i'll wish you were there, i was less than we could bear |
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And i'm not the only dust my mother raised |
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I am not the only dust my mother raised |
