50 lines
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50 lines
1.0 KiB
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Lying there
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With a halo in her hair she cried
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There are feathers everywhere
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But it's fine
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You do this all the time
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Crying now
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Through a rusted smile she knows
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This isn't how he paid the bills before
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Drug farm entrepreneur
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Go spin circles for me
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Wound relentlessly
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Around the words we used to sling
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Oh, such torturous things
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Always chewing up the only ones
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I ever mean
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If you're goin', then go
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Go go go
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If you're goin', then go
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Go go go
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Watch love
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Get strangled by a kite's cold strings
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Fall comes early and summer leaves
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As a storm with the car keys
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Spark your heels
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Up against the picket fence I built
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All your wishes they will sink like stones
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Slowly down a lonely well
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Go spin circles for me
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Wound relentlessly
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Around the words we used to sling
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Oh, such torturous things
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Always chewing up the only ones
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I ever mean
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If you're goin', then go
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Go go go
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If you're goin', then go
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Go go go
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Name From A Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins
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Artist Panic! At The Disco
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Album Pretty. Odd.
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