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Blades of grass |
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That shiver as I pass |
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The world's asleep but I'm awake |
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I'm walking home home again |
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Morning stars |
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Left my shoes back at the bar |
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Didn't know my house was quite so far, |
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So far from anywhere |
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Strange how the ground |
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Seems up-side down |
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And morning - it starts without me |
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Did I let you down? |
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Should I come around? |
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Would that make things better baby? |
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You and I |
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We get along just fine |
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But oh, we both want to be right |
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It's just not possible |
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Change your mind |
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Or maybe I'll change mine |
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But either way we won't arrive |
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At something plausible |
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I'll see you 'round |
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When you're in town |
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And you can pretend to hate me |
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All trace of love |
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Has turned to dust |
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Which I've been collecting lately. |
