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Make a hole with a gun perpendicular |
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To the name of this town in a desktop globe |
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Exit wound in a foreign nation |
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Showing the home of the one, this was written for |
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My apartment looks upside down from there |
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Water spirals the wrong way out the sink |
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And her voice is a backwards record |
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It's like a whirlpool and it never ends |
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Ana Ng and I are getting old |
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And we still haven't walked |
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In the glow of each other's majestic presence |
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Listen Ana, hear my words |
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They're the ones you would think |
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I would say, "If there was a me for you" |
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All alone at the '64 World's Fair |
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Eighty dolls yelling, "Small girl after all" |
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Who was at the Dupont Pavilion? |
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Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there? |
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Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire |
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To the horn on the pole at the bus depot |
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And in back of the edge of hearing |
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These are the words that the voice was repeating |
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Ana Ng and I are getting old |
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And we still haven't walked |
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In the glow of each other's majestic presence |
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Listen Ana, hear my words |
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They're the ones you would think I would say |
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"If there was a me for you" |
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When I was driving once |
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I saw this painted on a bridge |
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"I don't want the world, I just want your half" |
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They don't need me here and I know you're there |
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Where the world goes by like the humid air |
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And it sticks like a broken record |
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Everything sticks like a broken record |
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Everything sticks until it goes away |
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And the truth is, we don't know anything |
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Ana Ng and I are getting old |
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And we still haven't walked |
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In the glow of each other's majestic presence |
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Listen Ana, hear my words |
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They're the ones you would think I would say |
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"If there was a me for you" |
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Ana Ng and I are getting old |
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And we still haven't walked |
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In the glow of each other's majestic presence |
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Listen Ana, hear my words |
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They're the ones you would think I would say |
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"If there was a me for you" |
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Ana Ng and I are getting old |
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And we still haven't walked |
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In the glow of each other's majestic presence |
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Listen Ana, hear my words |
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They're the ones you would think I would say |
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"If there was a me for you" |
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Ana Ng and I are getting old |
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And we still haven't walked |
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In the glow of each other's majestic presence |
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Listen Ana, hear my words |
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They're the ones you would think I would say |
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"If there was a me for you" |