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Racked my brain, boy was it loud |
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The clouds spoke to me and we all grew down |
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Our roots took hold of the cracks in the ground |
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And the sidewalks rose up to greet me |
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Hello, hello |
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Pleased to meet you |
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Had I been awake all of that time? |
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Big red line across your soul |
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Blood running out like a funeral |
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I've seen the look of your eyes |
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How can I soothe? |
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Blood running out |
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Like a fountain of youth |
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Living alone, the tenements are full |
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Of people in their bedclothes under disappointment's rule |
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Talking to their TVs, yeah, the pictures they talk back |
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Lost somewhere in make-believe with the world upon their backs |
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Hello, hello |
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Pleased to meet you |
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I'm a sailor on your open book |
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Though you write it down in code |
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You're a language I hope someday to know |
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Had I been awake all of that time? |
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Big red line across your soul |
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Blood running out like a funeral |
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I've seen the look of your eyes |
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How can I soothe? |
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Blood running out |
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Like a fountain of youth |
