| Cross the breezes done in ink
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| Down across the risk of thinking, ah It’s precisely those who can
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| Who should be doing something else
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| Little herd, nothing to d…
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| Tell me which side’s which again
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| Come in colors we refuse to see
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| Dirty world
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| Look away
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| Turn the page
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| Let’s hang up On what we’re not
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| They’re not us It can’t hurt like it would to us Is this where I’m supposed to cry
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| Is this where I’m supposed to cry
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| Cherries, almonds, dates and apricots
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| Mesmerized, call these dream geometries
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| Honey falls, ghastly slaughter fields
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| Roll the window up The… Has come to take their breath away
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| Breath away
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| Dirty world
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| Look away
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| Turn the page
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| Let’s hang up On what we’re not and what we’ll never be It can’t hurt like it would us Is this where I’m supposed to cry
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| Is this where I’m supposed to cry
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| Is this where I’m supposed to cry
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| Is this where I’m supposed to cry |