| In the race to get out of this place,
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| I am checking my face in the back of a spoon,
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| You’re accusing, you say I’m not here, but I’m here, yes I’m here, yes,
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| I’m not on the moon,
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| But I’m leaving so soon,
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| So don’t presume to know shit about me,
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| 'Cause I don’t know myself from one day to the next,
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| And I don’t pose perplexities purposely,
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| This isn’t a game, this isn’t a test.
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| So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
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| Just take me home and get me undressed,
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| Put on a fire and make it enough,
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| Oh, we’re geeks, but we know this is love.
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| Nine am to the beat of a drum,
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| As we drive through the canyon,
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| I’m feeling the hum of the engine,
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| My head and my heart are a-swim-will your cat be ok?
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| Your wife was she in?
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| Your wife, is she in???
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| 'Cause I don’t presume to know shit about you,
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| When you won’t really tell me until I beg you to,
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| But I know that perplexity’s a wonderful thing,
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| It’s a sudden found joy, the strangeness it brings…
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| So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
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| Just take me home and get me undressed,
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| Put on a fire and make it enough,
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| Oh, we’re geeks, but we know this is love.
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| I like that we argue,
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| But not everyday,
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| Your scent in a room,
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| The way that you say 'color'not 'colour'.
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| What colour today?
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| It’s grey, grey, it’s grey.
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| So hey, you, could you give it a rest?
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| Just take me home and get me undressed,
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| Put on a fire and make it enough,
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| Oh, we’re geeks, but we know this is love. |