| Watch me flit in the corner
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| Watch me cover the skies
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| Watch me trace a black diamond
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| On the backs of her eyes
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| Watch me trace a black diamond
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| On the backs of her eyes
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| And I’ll be hiding in the spaces in the tops of the trees
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| (I'll be hiding, I’ll be hiding, and I’ll—)
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| And I’ll be hiding in the space in the backs of brother’s knees
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| (I'll be hiding, I’ll be hiding, and I’ll—)
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| I may be lonesome, but at least I—
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| I can do as I please
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| Don’t worry my dear 'cause I’ve been here for years
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| Don’t worry my dear 'cause I’ve been here for years
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| Don’t worry my dear, I’ve been here for years
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| Maybe no one ever loved me
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| Maybe no one knew my name
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| Maybe television or absentee parents are to blame
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| But I don’t need a reason, I will—
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| I will be here all the same
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| Don’t need excuses, I will—
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| I will be here all the same
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| So climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| Yes, climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And sit by my side
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| Yeah, climb on up
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| Yes, climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And climb on up, now
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| And climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And climb on up
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| And sit by my side
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| Don’t worry my dear 'cause I’ve been here for years
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| Don’t worry my dear 'cause I’ve been here for years
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| Don’t worry my dear, I’ve been here for years
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| I’ve been here for years
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| Yeah, I’ve been here for years |