| come
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| come away
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| come away from
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| come away from it
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| next to the glass ashtray
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| in a little plastic baggy
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| is a bitter rock remedy
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| really good stuff
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| but i take offense to the fact
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| that you’re so hell bent
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| are you trying to tell me this world
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| just isn’t beautiful enough?
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| do you want to get off?
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| is this your stop?
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| do you gotta have a tripledecker super fudge sundae
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| with a goddamn cherry on top?
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| i mean, what makes you so lavish
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| that you can afford
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| to spend every sober moment feeling angry and bored
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| why don’t you come
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| come away
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| come away from it
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| why?
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| we used to hold hands down
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| those unfamiliar streets
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| you used to take me diving
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| into the watery blue deep
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| but now you’re trying to find every tiny treasure
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| every shiny penny of pleasure
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| satisfy every selfish purpose
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| before you swim back up to the surface
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| why don’t you come
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| come away
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| come away from it
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| you think that i just don’t like it anymore
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| but i’ll tell you what i don’t like
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| i don’t like that i had to put the training wheels
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| back onto your bike
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| and i don’t like the extravagance
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| or the way you taste when i kiss you
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| i don’t like being left alone
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| baby, don’t you think i miss you?
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| why don’t you come
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| come away
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| come away from it
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| why? |