| Don’t sketch a house from the trace in our head
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| Grow it from the ground and live there instead
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| Take everything we own and move it to our brain
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| Pretend for days we’re Magdalene and Jefferson May.
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| I don’t know a thing about love before Van Gogh
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| I don’t know a thing about love before stereo.
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| Maggie and Jeff fall asleep on the porch
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| Listening to music that wasn’t like yours
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| Two little Indie-Annies sing along, holding hands,
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| Don’t even know that’s not what love is.
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| I don’t know a thing about love before Van Gogh
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| I don’t know a thing about love before stereo.
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| Please don’t bore yourself; |
| you’re just as bad as I am
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| I know you’re mad that I laughed at your life.
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| Who ever really cared? |
| It was just your parents who tried.
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| (Sweet dreams my darling, I wont take your money,
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| Obsessive and creepy, Upsetting and eerie)
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| I don’t know a thing about love before Van Gogh
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| I don’t know a thing about love before stereo. |