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Down by the lake |
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We were overturning pebbles |
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And upending all the animals alight |
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And I took a drag |
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From your cigarette and pinched it |
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'Tween my finger and my thumb |
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Till it died |
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And the sun burned low on the radio |
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Say that you will |
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Say you will or will you won't |
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Or you whatever you prevaricate |
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Your whole life, don't you? |
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This much I can say: |
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I would've waited till the oceans |
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Fell Away and all the sunken cities |
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Would reveal themselves to you |
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But you won't, will you? |
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Because you never do |
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And the sun burned through |
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Sweet as honeydew |
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And I |
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Seventeen and terminally fey |
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I wrote it down and threw it all away |
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Never gave a thought to what I paid |
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And you |
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All sibylline, reclining in your pew |
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You tattered me, you tethered me to you |
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The things you would and wouldn't do |
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To tell the truth I never had a clue |
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Now we arise |
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To curse those young suburban villains |
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And their ill-begotten children from the lawn |
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Come to me now |
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And on this station wagon window |
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Set the ghost of your two footprints |
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That they might haunt me when you're gone |
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And when the light broke dawn |
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You were forever gone |
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But I remember you: |
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You were full |
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You were full and sweet as honeydew |
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And I |
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Seventeen and terminally fey |
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I wrote it down and threw it all away |
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And never gave a thought to what I paid |
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All sibylline, reclining in your pew |
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You tattered me, you tethered me to you |
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The things you would and wouldn't do |
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You noticed how I never had a clue |
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Never had a clue |
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You were full and sweet as honeydew |
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You were full and sweet as honeydew |
