| Made me kiss you with a whisper,
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| And violently it swung through unfamiliar tongue,
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| Couldn’t listen to tradition,
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| Grab me by the wrist to silently insist,
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| And when I’m in the confines of crawling wall’s,
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| You hold me in place.
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| The ripples on the ceiling, the avenue’s
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| Unsugar taste.
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| Waste away the evening,
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| The afternoon, The afternoon’s hat,
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| Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at.
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| Y’used to shirtless and confidence,
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| Listening to the fools tickling the rules,
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| Their obsessions buy no patterns,
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| Sat upon thier stools rigged their attitude,
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| And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls,
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| You hold me in place,
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| The ripples on the ceiling, the avenues,
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| Unsugar taste,
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| Waste away the evening,
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| The afternoon, The afternoon’s hat,
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| Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at.
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| And when I’m in the confines of crawling walls,
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| You hold me in place,
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| The ripples in the ceiling, the avenues,
|
| Unsugar taste,
|
| Waste away the evening,
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| The afternoon, The afternoon’s hat,
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| Together we’ll find something to direct some laughter at. |