| Dear chin up
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| It’s wet dog afternoon and it smells like this
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| Just because you wanna do you feel big enough
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| And the wretch you got the shocker
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| When the sinkers swam
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| You couldn’t get them all to stop
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| You ran home my love
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| When the horns began to blow you were late again
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| For the constellations show
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| Now your done my love
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| They won’t open up the gates away
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| All you want
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| They warn you never to be late babe
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| Now it looks like rain for the both of us
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| Now it looks like rain for all of us
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| Beautiful lungs you sang such a pretty song
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| It goes on and on and yet it never feels too long
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| You feel small my love climbing up a yellow spine
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| Your not tall enough to say you’ve ever seen the sky
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| So run home my sweet
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| I blow other horns to blow it was all a tease
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| And we’re all laughing at you now but we’re done
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| My love go and get yourself some sleep
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| I still love you dear
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| Perhaps it gets the best of me sometimes
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| Whes it looks like you’re about to cry
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| When it looks like you’re about to cry
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| It looks liek you’re about to cry
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| It looks like you’re about to cry
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| It looks like you’re about to cry |