| Prehistoric
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| Flower on the window sill
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| Getting hit
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| By the sun.
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| Florescent cloud
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| Hanging over top of you
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| You don’t know
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| What you’re saying.
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| How long can you be in pain?
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| How long? |
| oooh…
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| How long can you be in pai-n?
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| How long? |
| ooo-oooh.
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| Bare feet on wet griptape
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| I put it in the mail
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| I send it to my sister (x2)
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| I tell her all my secrets,
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| I tell her all my thoughts.
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| I shake it like a tamborine,
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| And shake it like a pan
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| I do a stupid drawing on the corner of a page
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| I love to watch it grow
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| I love to watch it go
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| Everything is changing and everything is strange,
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| You spin it on your fingertip,
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| You spin it on your thumb.
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| Prehistoric
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| Flower on the window sill,
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| Getting hit
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| By the sound (sun?)
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| Florescent cloud
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| Hanging over top of you,
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| You don’t know what you’re saying.
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| How long
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| Can you be in pain?
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| How long? |
| ooooh…
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| How long
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| Can you be in pain?
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| How long? |
| ooo-ooh… |