| Truly I like to dream
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| Romance is company
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| Permeates the concrete graft
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| Puts my head in a car park
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| Hold a hand, talk to me
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| Assume the weight of family
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| Sell the billboard gallery
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| She was born with no lips, drip, drip, drips
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| Hey now
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| Magnificent gestures
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| Could hold my love
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| Could open windows
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| But the room escapes me
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| The teachers let go
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| It’s such a shame
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| And I’m writing it down
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| We will have to talk
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| But I’m writing it down
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| The room escapes me
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| And I’m writing it down
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| Forever be on guard
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| Forever be on guard
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| Forever be on guard
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| Forever be on guard
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| Forever be on guard
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| Truly I’m at your feet
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| Turning cards from memory
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| Pinball for the royal lip
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| Her heart is a skip, drip, drip, drip
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| Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
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| Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip
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| Time will repeat it
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| Time will defile
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| I can’t repeat it
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| I was born with no lips, drip, drip, drips
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| Hey now
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| Magnificent gestures
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| Could hold my love
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| Could open windows
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| But the room escapes me
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| The teachers let go
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| It’s such a shame
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| And I’m writing it down
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| We will have to talk
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| Magnificent gestures
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| And I just feel low
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| I don’t know why
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| The mood escapes me
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| And I’m writing it down
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| The room escapes me
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| And I’m writing it down
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| She has her teacher’s laugh
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| She has her brother’s eyes
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| Her eyes |