| I might have been walking twenty blocks
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| Careless of the movement, kind of sleepwalking, talking
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| Eavesdropping in on every house
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| Not knowing what has happened
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| I’m snapping out of it
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| Having passed my destination for sure
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| Might have been sitting here for weeks
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| Careless of the season, kind of daydreaming, demon
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| I see them walking through your door
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| Not knowing what has happened
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| I’m snapping out of it
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| Having passed my destination for sure
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| Whatever that means
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| There are women that come through your door
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| Whatever that means
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| There are women that come through your door
|
| Might have been walking twenty blocks
|
| Careless of the movement, kind of sleepwalking, talking
|
| Eavesdropping in on every house
|
| Not knowing what has happened
|
| I’m snapping out of it
|
| Having passed my destination for sure
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door
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| I can hear my, my own breathing
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| I can hear my, my own breathing
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| I can hear my, my own breathing
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| I can hear my, my own breathing
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| Whatever that means
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| There are women that come through your door
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door
|
| Whatever that means
|
| There are women that come through your door |