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Hey reckless mind |
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Don't throw away your playful beginning |
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You and I let us fumble around in the touches |
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And be sure toLeave all the lights on |
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So I can see the black cat changing colors |
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And walk under ladders |
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And travel my eyes over you |
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Hey we have found |
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Becoming one in a million Slip into the crowd |
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This question I found in the gap in the sidewalkKeep all your sights on |
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The black cat changing colors |
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I can walk under ladders |
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And swim as the tides choose to turn meAnd here I sit |
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Life goes on, end of tunnel, TV set |
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Spot in the middle |
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Static fade, statistic bit |
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And soon I fade away, fade awayThis I admit |
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Taste so good, hard to believe an end to it |
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Smell touch feel |
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How could this rhythm ever quit |
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Bags packed on a plane |
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Hopefully to heavenShut up I'm thinking |
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I had a clue now it's gone forever |
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Sitting over these bones |
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You can read in whatever you're needing toKeep all your sights on |
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The big bad black cat that's |
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Changing colorsIt's not the colors that matter |
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But that they'll all fade awayThis I admit |
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Seems so full |
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Hard to believe an end to it |
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Warehouse is bare |
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Nothing at all inside of it |
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Walls and halls have disappearedMy love I love to stay here |
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In the warehouse |
