| I got pockets full of rocks, and twisted sleepy sheets
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| When I don’t know what to say, I make death defying leaps
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| Towards you everyday, until we’re orbiting
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| I can almost hear your thoughts and see your missing angles
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| Don’t go that way, you might fall in like a stone
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| Collect your doubts and you set them on, the wet black bough
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| First kisses, near misses, teacher hisses «Tell me what you’ve learned»
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| Everything I thought I wanted in this world, has got me turned, upside down
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| Under these suburban stars, we’ve made our own decisions
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| To break away and start again, with dirt and gravel
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| The circle has been broken, but another reappeared
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| It’s smaller but stronger than, it ever was before
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| Broken branches, you see them shake your family tree
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| There’s no new leaves, just petals on, the wet black bough
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| First kisses, near misses, teacher hisses «Tell me what we’ve learned»
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| Everything I thought I wanted in this world, has got me turned, upside down
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| Upside down, upside down
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| Don’t go that way, you might sink in like a stone
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| Collect your doubt, set it on, the wet black bough
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| First kisses, near misses, teacher hisses «Tell me what we’ve learned»
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| Everything I thought I wanted in this world, has got me turned, upside down
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| Upside down, upside down |