| My face is leaned up on her
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| N blocks a coptic smile
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| She got the understated
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| She got the car crash hands
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| She got my size ten meathooks
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| They hide a gangees tongue
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| She knows the lawless shan lands
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| She walks a modal mile
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| I stay sub-merged for two days
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| I may go back for three
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| I’m backing off till morning
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| To follow bassline leads
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| I’m standing still on 10th street
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| I’m not the only one
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| I want this night to stretch us
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| There’s plenty left to know
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| I walked a million marchers
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| And i got million hands
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| It’s all just blistered slipstream
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| It’s all just space to run
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| I pull the budda hamstring
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| I’m looking homer tides
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| I clean the pipe hea scrapings
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| I’m not the only one
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| The street breath is upon me
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| We walk the river miles
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| The ageless cities waiting
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| In gospell bus stop eyes
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| You’re asking more than reason
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| She ransom freestyle flow
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| She not the only one
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| I’m not the only one
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| She wait with dread upon her
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| She wait butnot for i
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| I try the sky for reason
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| It just won’t trust me still
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| I know there’s more than i see
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| I know there’s more to tell
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| She wait down by the river
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| She knows but keeps it well |