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Hello again my friend |
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It's been sometime, |
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I try and read you |
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In your shifting eyes |
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Your hands are trembling |
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As I hold 'em in mine |
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How ya livin' |
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You were the talker& |
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I was the clown |
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We grew up wonderin' |
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How we would get out |
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But you're still talkin' talkin' |
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You got places to go |
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You got people to know |
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You got plans |
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To get your shit together |
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Did you take it too far |
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Did you forget who you are |
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Did you stash your soul |
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Into the closet forever |
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So now you're hustling |
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For the five & dime |
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You cure the stranger& his perverted mind |
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You are the poet of need& lust how's the preachin' |
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You painted destinations |
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On the inside& dreamed of revelations |
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Yearning to fly |
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But you're still walkin'& still talkin' |
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Hold on geany |
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Watch what ya say |
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Save your preachin' |
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For a rainier day |
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Hold on geany |
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I'm talkin' to you |
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You're so amazing |
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In whatever you do |
