| Don’t tell me that the west has won;
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| We worked hard to reverse that notion
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| Closer than anyone, but we’re not for each other, no:
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| I’ve got to crack my eyes to watch the wind blow
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| Cat’s Cradle is a fable, we all know that
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| Soon as I can I will slide that under the table
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| I met your mother and you father and I liked them;
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| They bicker the way we bicker
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| The way we bicker
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| A black cat just snuck up on me;
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| Activities and distractions are my remedy
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| You’re writing by lamp light, you’re writing by the moon rise:
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| A stark contrast to the Montclairian buzz skies
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| Cat’s Cradle is a fable, we all know that
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| Soon as I can I will slide that under the table
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| I met your mother and your father and I liked them;
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| They bicker the way we bicker
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| Back when our blood was thicker than oil
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| And the soil was in every spark and every pore
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| And everything. |
| My departure made my nerves sting
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| It’s leaving a person place or thing you know you shouldn’t
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| On jet lag: I’m past that
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| Plainly, none of this is that bad
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| He said, «let me be clear this woman’s crazy.»
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| I caught a glimpse of your truth as you turned to me
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| And it was kind and it was stubborn, just like I’d like mine to be
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| So I will dissuade, I will just sleep
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| I can be patient, probably |