| She’s a jar
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| With a heavy lid
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| My pop quiz kid
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| A sleepy kisser
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| A pretty war
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| With feelings hid
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| She begs me not to miss her
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| She says forever
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| To light a fuse
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| We could use
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| A hand full of wheel
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| And a day off
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| And a bruised road
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| However you might feel
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| Tonight is real
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| When I forget how to talk, I sing
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| Wont you please
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| Bring that flash to shine
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| And turn my eyes red
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| Unless they close
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| When you click
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| And my face gets sick
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| Stuck
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| Like a question unposed
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| Just climb aboard
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| The tracks of a trains arm
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| In my fragile family tree
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| And watch me floating inches above
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| The people under me Please beware the quiet front yard
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| I warned you
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| Before there were water skies
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| I warned you not to drive
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| Dry your eyes, you poor devil
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| Are there really ones like these?
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| The ones I dream
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| Float like leaves
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| And freeze to spread skeleton wings
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| I passed through before I knew you
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| I believe it’s just because
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| Daddy’s payday is not enough
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| Oh, I believe it’s all because
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| Daddy’s payday is not enough
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| Just climb aboard
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| The tracks of a trains arm
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| In my fragile family tree
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| And watch me floating inches above
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| The people under me She’s a jar
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| With a heavy lid
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| My pop quiz kid
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| A sleepy kisser
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| A pretty war
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| With feelings hid
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| You know she begs me not to hit her |