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Daylight in the east over Thunder Bay, you laugh like you're crazy |
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Wading through a drowsy communique as I blow smoke off the second floor |
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Scribble what you'll do, erasing what you'll quit, since you don't leave the house I'm it |
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You're a jigsaw puzzle but none of the pieces fit |
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The Fuller house is a place to hide when traffic gets backed up outside |
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Just close the blinds before they break your heart in two |
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We block out the sun 'cause it shows too much, there's bottles we've still never touched |
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Nothing beats having nothing else to do |
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Talking to the trees, remember what I said, you are kind of amazing |
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And I still got your voice buzzing in my head as I make the climb up Dorseto Hill |
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Up to a sleeping street and into 303, want more of you rubbed off on me |
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So for the summer months I'll just get marked absentee |
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The Fuller house is a place to hide when traffic gets backed up outside |
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Just close the blinds before they break your heart in two |
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We block out the sun 'cause it shows too much, there's bottles we've still never touched |
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Nothing beats having nothing else to do with you |