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Unsealed on a porch, a letter sat |
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Then you said, "I wanna leave it again" |
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Once I saw her on a beach of weathered sand |
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And on the sand I wanna leave it again |
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On a weekend I wanna wish it all away, yeah |
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And they called and I said that I'll go and I said that I'll call out again |
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And the reason ought to leave her calm, I know |
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I said, "I don't know whether I'm the boxer or the bag" |
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Oh yeah, can you see them, out on the porch? |
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Yeah, but they don't wave |
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I see them 'round the front way, yeah |
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And I know, and I know I don't wanna stay |
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Make me cry |
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I see, oh, I don't know why there's something else |
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I wanna drum it all away |
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I said, "I don't, I don't know whether I was the boxer or the bag" |
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Oh yeah, can you see them, out the on porch? |
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Yeah, but they don't wave |
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I see them 'round the front way |
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And I know, and I know I don't want to stay at all |
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I don't want to stay |
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I don't want to stay |
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I don't want to stay |
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I don't, I don't want to stay |