| Pigeon messenger
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| Got me off the plane
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| Says do you even know your name?
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| And when’s the last time that you’ve changed?
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| Withering a ball
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| The chain it’s got you on
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| I’ve been pregnant twice before
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| And you’ll be the next in line. |
| Hey!
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| In the row, see a marking
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| And your whole world is a round head
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| And he see’s it all too plain
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| Sun glass on a mouse
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| By his name
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| A landing on the ground
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| Shook me out of grease
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| A bee was circling the hand
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| It’s on north 400 grand
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| The pigeon messenger
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| Said I looked to thin
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| Must be thick to disagree
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| So I joined the soup on hill row
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| But it gets cold
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| There’s a wall with the fallen
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| And I put your name right on the side
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| And I’ve lived it all too plain
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| Verses romantic ties to L. A
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| Is it good to come around?
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| Is it good to come around?
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| Is it good to come around?
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| Is it good to come around?
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| Is it good to come around?
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| Is it good to come around?
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| Is it good to come around? |