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With pictures and words |
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Is this communicating? |
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The sounds that I've heard |
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The growling voice then fading |
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And yes my heart was beating |
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Or was it just repeating |
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With nickels and dimes |
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You soon will have a dollar |
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Am I in your time |
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I see no need to swallow |
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Or catch a plane to travel |
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My mind's not made of gravel |
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Can you find your way |
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Or do you want my vision |
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It's dark there, they say |
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But that's just superstition |
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And in my last inspection |
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Is this the right direction |
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I once had a girl |
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She told me I was funny |
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She said in your world |
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You needed lots of money |
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And things to kill your brother |
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But death just starts another |
