| What’s so good about hungry hearts
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| Beating on the table when your plate is full?
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| I’m a body of dreams for you
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| Ahh, I’m a dirty attic
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| Milk warn monuments fill me up
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| If you don’t paint the ruin in the background
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| I was thinking about truth
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| Ahh, it’s not automatic
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| This night drives me wild, ahh, row away
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| It’s like I’m untied, ahh, row you say?
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| Well I want to make sense with you
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| And I want to make sense with you
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| You say something like «Stop the bus
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| And I’ll see you in the morning when the light’s up»
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| I was drinking the dew
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| Ahh, it’s just automatic
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| Take care, golden hair, draw me a sky
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| Paint me in a picture with a new face
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| I’m a body of dreams for you, ahh
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| I’m a body of dreams for you, ahh
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| I’m a body of dreams for you, ahh
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| I’m a dirty attic
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| This night drives me wild, ahh, row away
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| It’s like I’m untied, ahh, row you say?
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| Well I want to make sense with you
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| And I want to make sense with you
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| And I want to make sense with you
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| With you
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| With you |