| lost again in manhattan woods
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| a robin hood in my fingerless gloves
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| it’s hard to say what i do
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| i make plans i should stick to
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| then buzz about and collapse to no end
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| getting shitty in some rooftop bar
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| i am governable to a fault
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| i have seashells taped to my ears
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| i have seashells on my ears
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| what a waste of my time
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| fill my tape-measured mind
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| then buzz about and collapse to no end
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| it’s hard to say what i do
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| i make plans i should stick to
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| then buzz about and collapse to no end
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| set a fire in the city tonight
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| singing ladidadida we’re gonna make it out fine
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| or get caught in whatever
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| set a fire in the city tonight
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| singing ladidadida we’re gonna make it out fine
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| or get caught in whatever
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| the funny part is i cannot give it up
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| my tilted arc is full of holes
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| i am governable to a fault
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| what a waste of my time
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| fill my tape-measured mind
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| then buzz about and collapse to no end
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| it’s hard to say what i do
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| i make plans i should stick to
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| then buzz about and collapse to no end
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| set a fire in the city tonight
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| singing ladidadida we’re gonna make it out fine
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| or get caught in whatever
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| set a fire in the city tonight
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| singing ladidadida we’re gonna make it out fine
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| or get caught in whatever
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| the funny part is i cannot give it up |