| My world is firmly compressed
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| Into the pocket of your front breast
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| We pass over cities and towns
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| Collapsed in hopes that people find amusement
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| Amongst the depressed, what you say, goes
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| And your site beats everyone else’s
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| And we all know we’ve already won
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| Once in awhile
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| While looking on the lamp post
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| While they dance alone
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| (They pivot and sway in the street)
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| (the light sure shed by our road flare)
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| (Another layered line is going on with these two lines)
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| Watching the ground move quick and fast
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| The car is stopped and I’m out of gas, must be my fault
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| Whatever you say is correct by me
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| 'Cause all I wanna save is a cat in a tree
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| I can’t get it down, I can’t get it down
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| I can’t get it down, the doubt breaks inside me
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| As the light beat down from the giant’s pockets onto the ground
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| You’re a taker of vanities, a stealer of games
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| Now show me a night where us both can be safe
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| You’re what I want |