| Standing by the window looking out doors
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| Could be any port in any storm
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| Two shiny things getting very snug
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| You’ll never get that giraffe through that door
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| Sitting in a penthouse with no floor
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| Fire would like to say goodnight
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| I like the way you hold your horses
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| Can’t buy a tree house on a storm
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Working on a tan in my fireplace
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| Dressed to impress your delicacy
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| Can’t stand the way you swallow your tail
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| Your roots are showing and it’s starting to snow
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Standing by the window looking out doors
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| Could be any port in any storm
|
| Two shiny things getting very snug
|
| You’ll never get that giraffe through that door
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| Your Morse code mouth my piracy
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| All these strings all this confetti
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| Try to pretend you invented secrecy
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| Fish swallow fish tail first
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
|
| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty
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| Your privacy, all around me
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| Your privacy is my poverty |