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Well I guess I'll treat her right |
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I guess I'll treat her right more this time |
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I'll try not to rely |
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Try not to rely on the perfect line |
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And I see no boundaries |
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Except for the ones I'm in |
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And I don't expect you to overcome them |
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For that's my job description |
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In a world of players and private eyes |
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Unless you realize this |
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There's a whole lot you could miss |
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Do you know which one I am |
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I am the cigarette smoking man |
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Once an hour I light the flower |
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And burn baby burn |
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When is it your turn |
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Lord tell me when the sun goes down |
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Cause I feel much better then anyway |
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Well I see much much better then anyway |
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Well I feel exposed |
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Although I feel at home |
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Dressed as a black plastic rose |
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All flowing head shoulders knees and toes |
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We dance, we dance, we play, we rant and rave |
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Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me |
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Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me |
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Early in the morning |
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Late in the evening |
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Evening, we kinda get delirious |
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Breaking from the seriousness |
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I try not to get disoriented |
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Having chewed too many up on my side |
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Is it any wonder how I miss your smile |
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Is it any wonder how I write |
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Pages layered upon pages |
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Which to no one else but me can be accounted for |
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For this moments sake |
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I do not become me |
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For path tunnels or straightaways |
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I do not watch as often as I should |
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So instead I sketch my life a comfortable creature |
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Slow and beautifully |
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Oh the smell and tastes of the past nights |
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Well they're still locked up in my gentle jaw |
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Not that I am wanting them to go |
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Just that they are |
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And I'm very much aware |
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The madness of slow motion as you move your legs to walk |
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I'm very much aware |
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Of this madness when you talk |
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This childlike wildlife is flooring me |
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Oh this childlike wildlife is flooring me |
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We dance, we play |
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Oh lord we rant and rave |
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We dance and we play always |
