| I saw your freckles on the shoulders
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| Of a stranger today
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| And my heart leapt, my heart leapt
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| I saw the sickle of your dimple
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| Slice the side of her face
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| And my heart leapt, my heart leapt
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| But then she faced me while we wrestled
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| For our place on the train
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| Kabuki makeup, a labret ring
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| I kept out of her way
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| You’re not that actress playing dress-up
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| On the subway today
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| So my heart keeps leapin' on
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| I tried to catch you in a couplet
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| On my 4-track today
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| But my tongue tied, my tongue tied
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| I couldn’t figure how to fit you
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| On the spin and the tape
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| See, my tongue tied, my tongue tied
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| The words are small and insignificant
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| Confused and cliche
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| I saw my promise and potential
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| Through my guilt and my shame
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| I couldn’t catch that in a couplet
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| On my best goddamn day
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| My tied tongue tumbles on
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| Shake and shiver
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| And laugh like cursing kids
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| And all our fitful failures
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| Fit everytime we kiss
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| So cross your fingers, place your bets
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| And hold that glow in your face
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| Let my big mouth ramble on
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| Shake and shiver
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| And laugh like cursing kids
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| And all our fitful failures
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| Fit everytime we kiss
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| So cross your fingers, place your bets
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| And hold that girl in your face
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| Let my big mouth ramble on |