| I want to scribble your ideas
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| Each one of them is more unclear
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| It seems so unclear
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| I want to scribble your ideas
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| Each one of them is more unclear
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| It seems so unclear
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| But you know you don’t have to start
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| And you know you won’t start with a heart that works
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| I never go out, I’d dress for the cold
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| Stop and see if it goes away
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| I never go out, I’d dress for the cold
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| I want to scribble your ideas
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| Each one of them is more unclear
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| It seems so unclear
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| I want to scribble your ideas
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| Each one of them is more unclear
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| It seems so unclear
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| But you know you don’t have to start
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| And you know there’s no need for a heart that works
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| I never go out, I’d dress for the cold
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| Stop and see if it goes away
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| Stop and see if it goes away |