| In the woods up on the rocks
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| With your candour man
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| Your bus stopped inside a clock
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| With your doberman
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| In this picture that I had
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| In this picture that I had
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| In the cul-de-sac we grew
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| Around the blocks like trees
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| Maple, elm and blues I knew
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| And studied to appease
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| At the school they bring you down
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| (At the school they bring you down)
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| At the school they bring you down
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| Maybe that’s just what you get
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| In a little town
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| You put a brush inside my hand
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| Colour on the hair
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| Went to deserts where the air
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| I was able to withstand
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| And you brought me to this song
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| (And you brought me to this song)
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| And these strings I bring along
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| Maybe that’s just what you get
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| In a little town (x2)
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| It’s hard to see the years progress
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| Tied to our a-bondings
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| You, I know, will convalesce
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| Within your surroundings
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| In this picture that I found
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| (In this picture that I found)
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| You are standing on a ground
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| Maybe that’s just what you get
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| In a little town (x3) |