| A mistake on the part of nature
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| You’re so fabled, so fair, just sit anywhere
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| I’ve pencil sketched the scene
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| It’s feeling Byzantine
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| Mistakes on the part of nature
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| The living proof of what they’re calling love
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| On certain sideway streets
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| Where things that don’t match meet
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| A mistake on the part of nature
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| You are a tall glass, a blast from the past
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| Yeah, things were simpler then
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| You ask exactly when
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| A mistake on the part of nature
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| It’s forgive and move on
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| Won’t wear my Sunday suit to walk that street
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| That would feel Byzantine
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| Silhouette, tell me a tall tale, go
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| Shout it out
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| Silhouette, shout it from the top
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| Sweet talk, sweet talk
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| Your sweet talk, sweet talk
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| Amnesia becomes ambition
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| Ambition becomes a new sort of
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| Charming simplicity
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| Like always Byzantine
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| A mistake on the part of nature
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| It’s forgive and move on
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| Won’t wear my Sunday suit to walk that street
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| That would feel Byzantine
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| Silhouette, tell me a tall tale, go
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| Shout it out
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| Silhouette, shout it from the top
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| Sweet talk, sweet talk
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| Your sweet talk, sweet talk
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| Silhouette, tell me a tall tale, go
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| Shout it out
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| Silhouette, shout it from the top
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| Sweet talk, sweet talk
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| Your sweet talk, sweet talk |