| Circle brother, shifting screws
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| Local lovers, drifting through
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| Paper good in the neighborhood
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| Made their web and I still salute
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| Waking crews and faking clues
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| That saken truths, and shaken shoes
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| Hide the minds and mind your spines
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| Are in my chest that fits within
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Yesterdays
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Yesterdays
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Ditting odds to the bone and rafters
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| Wear scrubs in the morning afters
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| Bend his life, sky sends his high
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| Six odd sobs in the dawning laughter
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| Whole lot of faces, whole lot of places
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| Peace of mind and the souls ain’t wasted
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| Go on and make it, go on and take it
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| Chasing days hold holes in the matrix
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| Round breezy plans
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| Down that love gets easy man
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| Easy lands ain’t leave the sands
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| Or so they say
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Yesterdays
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Yesterdays
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Yesterdays
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| Yesterdays
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| It’s in the way we were made
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| It’s in the way we were made |