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Hine-MacIver |
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I'm into a thing, I said |
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I can't give a lot |
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I'm out of my skin, I said |
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I can't feel. |
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If only I could stand you know |
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I'd say goodbye; |
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If only I could grow |
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We'd stay, |
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Doubtfully grey. |
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Galapagos dreams, I said |
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Place me in your tree |
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Together we crawled out of the sea, |
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I said |
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And we lost our tails |
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That's a surprise she smiled |
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almost nervously |
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Equating apes with me |
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Could leave me feeling grey, |
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Doubtfully grey, |
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Frightfully pale. |
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I don't understand your songs, |
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She smiled out at me. |
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I don't understand your drinking tea, |
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I offered hopefully. |
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If only words could love |
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you know, well, we'd dictionate. |
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I watch you watching me and wait, |
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Doubtfully grey, |
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Greyfully doubt |
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Fullygrey doubt, |
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Fullydoubt grey. |
