| You must be made of straw
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| The way you bend
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| 'Cause you’re afraid of windy days
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| Or any breeze at all
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| It never ends
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| And we run too much
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| And we shake too many hands
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| Now all our thumbs are broken
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| And our toes, too sore to dance
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| But when our minds are sharp
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| And our teeth are clean
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| And we focus on the past
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| We don’t say what we mean
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| It’s then we gain perspective
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| It’s then we realize where we went wrong
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| And oh oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so cold, no
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| When I kiss you
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| No oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so bold as to miss me
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| Strange how words seem to only make things worse
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| So let’s speak without our tongues
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| And we’ll sing without a verse
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| Until your eyes are red
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| Until my stomach hurts
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| We’re bleeding from the silence
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| And the salt that’s stained our shirts
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| And there’s pleasure in our pain
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| And our sadness leads to gain
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| Again, again
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| And oh oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so cold, no
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| When I kiss you
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| No oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so bold as to miss, no
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| As no…
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| Say what you want
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| I will not fall
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| As long as the time roams
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| I’m around, around
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| We must be made of glass
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| The way we break
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| 'Cause we crumble into bits
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| We leave too much at stake
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| But when your mind is closed
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| And our heads are sore
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| And we buried all the laughter
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| And you’re walking out the door
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| Think back to a time when time was a place
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| Where a thought was a dream
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| And a dream was a hopeful time
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so cold, no
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| When I kiss you
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| No oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so bold as to miss me
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| Oh oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so cold, no
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| When I kiss you
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| No oh oh oh
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| Don’t be so bold as to miss, no
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| As to miss me |