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I like the powder blue dresses |
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stewardesses wear on Korean Air |
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the skins too wine, and the body so fine. |
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All the same height, and they have the same waist line |
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But there is one who stood upon |
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an emtag* way, changed par... |
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she had a white watch and muted spot* |
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I thought about her when the night grew dark. |
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In my hotel room in Tokyo |
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and by the time that I awoke |
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my guitar was broken and in need of repair |
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thanks through the hassles, Korean Air |
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but i roomed* myself a one last show |
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and i made a few friends, Choco and Coco |
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walking down near the train station below |
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hugged them good-bye as I walked back eye* |
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Remember the girl who i had la... ched* |
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grew up in a cardboard box |
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and the town calmed dormin / down in. |
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she shooked* my spirit, and she read on my thoughts |
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but I had some lump* back home |
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so I never pursuit her and recorded telephone |
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I wondered if she knew if I ... |
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I wondered if she thought that I had used her |
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and by the time that I awoke |
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around my neck the fellow finger's stroke |
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I felt a j... off and an electrical sting, |
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I felt the pull-off, an invisible string. |
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Is it my future falling? |
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Or is it the past to call in? |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember. |
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Anything that hurts makes me shiver. |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember. |
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My dirty reflection shimmered in the rain. |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember. |
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All forgotten blues be open my heart. |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember. |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember. |
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I was five years old the last time I slept, |
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a quiet night before the loudness quit* |
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I wrote poetry throughout my teens |
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and I forsee* that my childhood dreams. |
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Teachers told me I couldn't write |
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they* are never make a living when I touch anyones right. |
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People told me I couldn't sing |
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that I wouldn't mount* much of anything |
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And by the time that I awoke |
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I was 25 years old and crossing an ocean |
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working hard to develop my sound |
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homecity sick*, covered in ground |
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And by the time that I had awoken |
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I was one of a handful of the chosen* |
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to take upon* just to take the arrows* |
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to b... to blood us ...? |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember |
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Any useful words that I had ... |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember |
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When I was alone, flocked* desperate |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember |
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when I couldn't trap womblebee* (bumblebee) |
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I can't remember, and you can't make me remember |
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when I am in a crowd, I am so lonely. |
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I met the most beautiful lump* |
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walking along San-Francisco Bay* |
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She gasped* me through the pillows* |
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through the long unlit hall ways* |
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Below the surface beneath the distractions |
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beneath my dummy* jerk reactions |
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it's to her I owe everything |
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it is for her that my heart sings |
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and by the time that I awoke |
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finger's loose and on their ... |
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and by the time that I awoke |
