| Yell out the shorter epithet
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| If you remember the order of the letters
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| 'Cause I’m far away
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| I’m lonesome now, need the tender sound
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| Blue is it that I hope you’ll say
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| How do I know what I think until I say it?
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| Air once nameless treasure
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| Then I’ll be on my way again
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| What makes you think you can wait till 9?
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| Can’t you play along?
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| Know the bubonic in the ice
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| I can’t turn away
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| The old game you have to follow the rules
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| The clock is ticking, there’s no other spiel to hum to
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| Morning intoning something blue
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| I can hope for it today
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| I wonder, though
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| If my heart tells me everything I need
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| I see, I no, I yes, I you
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| I ace, I hi, I say, I low
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| I run, I fall, I can, I true
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| I fool, I fog, I bad, I blue
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| I knew, I can, I blood, I food, I grow
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| I eyes, I shirt, I mind, I room
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| I si, I tho, I sex, I jeu, I nice, I hey, I ay, I show
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| I fun, I tall, I man, I knew
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| I cool, I bog, I sad, I clue, I blew, I van
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| I mud, I nude, I throw, I wise, I curt, I find, I neume
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| The letters are far out
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| Help me to the blue
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| I’m lonesome
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| I’m game
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| I go
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| I want
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| I can’t resist um
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| Ain’t I so bad I have to wait so long?
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| Like a good evening I lie mute and underwater
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| But I come up for air
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| Where is the meaning mean freedom?
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| When your word there’s a consequence
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| You finally saying wasn’t what I really needed
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| But I know today
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| I feel the life in the bluing light
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| What vulgar latin is spoke with shame?
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| All these laws here
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| So undernourished in the dark
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| I can’t turn away
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| I’m stunned by what I wasn’t saying new
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| Give me a mountain with snow that I can run through
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| Be a good listener though |