| It’s a heartbreak even situation
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| Nothing lost and nothing gained
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| So i’m 10 years old again
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| Standing in the backyard waving at a train
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| I feel you make love to me slightly
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| Every time you let a little laugh slip too soon
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| And the moment passes over us so lightly
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| It feels like sand blowing over a dune
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| You try not to let your emotions show
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| But it ain’t a balloon you can just let go
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| It’s an ice cream cone dripping in the sun
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| Sticky hands
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| Sticky arms
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| Sticky situation
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| It’s a heartbreak even situation
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| One part powerful elation
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| One part pitiful and frail
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| And i’m trying to feel my way around
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| A book of promises written in braille
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| There is pressure from within this
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| And pressure from above
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| There is pressure on our tenuous, strenuous love
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| And there’s wet wool blankets one, two, three
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| Laid onto my chest
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| 'til i just can’t breathe
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| And i try not to let my emotions show
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| But it ain’t a balloon i can just let go
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| It’s an ice cream cone dripping in the sun
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| Sticky hands
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| Sticky arms
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| Sticky situation |