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| Leave the bright blue door on the whitewashed wall | |
| Well you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf | |
| I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul | |
| Lately I've been wishing I had one desire... | |
| Your class, your caste, your country, sect, your name or your tribe... | |
| Now that it's June, we'll sleep out in the garden | |
| Does he kiss your eyelids in the morning, when you start to raise your head? | |
| All eyes on the calendar. | |
| If you hate the taste of wine, why do you drink it 'til you're blind? | |
| You can make a plan, carve it into stone... | |
| Was it true what I heard about the son of God? | |
| The Drunk kids, the catholics, they're all about the same. | |
| The phone slips from a loose grip. | |
| The morning came and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown | |
| Is the passion all gone or is it still newly wed? | |
| We escape from the house as the day disappears from the sky... | |
| The sun came up with no conclusion | |
| Now and again it seems worse than it is... | |
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| No one knows where the ladder goes | |
| Did it all get real? I guess it's real enough | |
| sitting 'round, no work today... try pacing to keep awake | |
| Were you surprised that we never spoke? | |
| I picked you out of a crowd and talked to you | |
| I traveled through the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed | |
| One for the righteous. One for the ruling class | |
| so, I'm just the medicine you take when you're sick | |
| So there's this woman, and she's on an airplane... | |
| I had a beautiful, beautiful time | |
| Well the future spills it intangibles | |
| If you walk away, I'll walk away | |
| First with your hands, then with your mouth | |
| Amy's got a baby in her stomach | |
| I wish I saved up for rainy days, cuz they're the hardest to be dry | |
| I dreamt of a fever, one that would cure me of this cold | |
| How many lights do you see? | |
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