| You remind me of you
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| The way you shot right through and how
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| You broke my window glass,
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| Fast, it happened so fast
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| I have to confess that I
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| That I was impressed that I
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| That I was impressed that I
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| Despite all the mess and the broken glass
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| I was impressed
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| Here’s where I disappeared
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| Where I fell off the pier
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| And to be rescued I did wait
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| I watched waterbugs skate
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| As they draw figure eights as they draw
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| From the bottom of the lake as they draw
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| I watched waterbugs skate as they draw
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| From the bottom of the lake I watched waterbugs skate
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| Memories, like mohair sweaters,
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| Stretched and pilled faux distressed letters
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| Moose’s horns and figure eights
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| White plastic bags in search of mates
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| What suffocates the land
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| In the memory of a garbage can
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| Memory of a garbage can
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| But you, you can’t be found when the bell rings
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| You weren’t there that day for the naming of things
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| The naming of things
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| The naming of things
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| Where the homeroom bell rings
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| The homeroom bell
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| Hey, just look at the mess you made today
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| Didn’t really think it would get this bad
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| Hey, feel like you’re living in a Russian play
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| Where it seems like you made everybody mad
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| You remind me of you
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| When you shot through
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| And broke my window glass
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| It happened so fast
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| I have to confess
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| I was impressed, I was impressed
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| despite all the mess and the broken glass
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| I was impressed |