| What’s the point of that? |
| I could be pressing flowers with you
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| Savour all this time, rather than fret all afternoon
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| Take me from my thoughts, now would be riper than limes in June
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| Take me in your Rail Star canoe
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| Tokyo spinning lights starting to split my mind in two
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| Cargo ships and quarks tryin' to keep the world in tune
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| All these moving parts, none of it, none of it bothers you
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| Won’t you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you
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| You, that fills my life with laughter
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| You, my favourite freak
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| You my, you’re my snorkel
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| All the times that I can’t breathe
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| You count down the days
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| And I spend most of them feeling stressed
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| But I know that we’ll look back and long for this
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| I’m feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly
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| It’s not that important, I’m happy brushing my teeth with you
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| I’m feeling high about it, untied and taking it lightly
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| It’s not that important, I’m happy brushing my teeth with you
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| Brushing my teeth with you
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| Pictures in the clouds, all of them drifting out of shape
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| Camera rolls and files tryn' to keep a solid state
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| Tales in terabytes, life in a terrible bite-size view
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| Won’t you take my hand, baby it all makes sense with you
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| You, that fills my life with laughter
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| You, my favourite freak
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| You my, you’re my snorkel
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| All the times that I can’t breathe
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| You count down the days
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| And I spend most of them feeling stressed
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| But I know that we’ll look back and long for this |