| Jenny broke the window
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| Trying to catch a cloud, there outside
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| Breaking her back just to make a name
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| Breaking her back just to float 'way down wind
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| Sonny lit a filter
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| Wondering what he would pull tonight
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| Breaking his back just to know a name
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| Breaking his back just to lay her down there
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| While I keep waxing long
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| About their right and wrongs
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| Sitting in my little glass bowl
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| So many quarries outside
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| It’s always someone else
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| Sitting in my glass walls
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| Come on, come on, commons
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| The odds are all they want
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| Is broken backs and bees and butter… flies and
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| Moving 'round again
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| And being someone else
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| Looking 'round to see there’s someone
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| Come 'round, your lives are special
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| Barry watched the stars fly
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| Wishing hard to share the sights he saw
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| 'Cause it’s all he wants
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| Lucy helped the old dear
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| Swear she was a child not long ago
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| Breaking her back to recall a name
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| She said I broke my back and the singer’s to blame
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| While I keep waxing long
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| About their right and wrongs
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| Who’s sitting in my glass walls?
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| Come on, come on, commons |
| The odds are all they want
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| Is broken backs and bees and butter… flies and
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| Moving 'round again
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| And being someone else
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| Looking 'round to see there’s someone
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| Come 'round, your lives are special |