| One wound up punch of intuition
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| Lays flat my whole take on us.
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| You’re the girl on the wing of a barnstormer
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| The tidal rabbit who came of age before her time.
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| We could have been so good-natured
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| If i’d relented when you insisted,
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| But we’ve been backed against
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| All nature’s walls far too long.
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| You felt abandoned by me,
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| I recall the sunshine as you were melting
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| And though the comedy softens the fall
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| They still hear us with their ears to the wall.
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| I sold all my evil motives,
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| No icicles stuck in my hide.
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| I’m through with riddles, i know we’re little
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| Just help me feel warm inside.
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| Before we take this ride and let it slide
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| Into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
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| I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
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| Remember you’re the one who summoned me above any other kind.
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| We could have been so good-natured
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| If you’d relented when i insisted,
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| We take a week off, let the garden grow by itself
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| And let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory ninties.
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| And though the comedy softens the fall, we stall fall short.
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| Before we take this ride and let it slide
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| Into the cracks where fall and winter collide.
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| I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love.
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| Remember you’re the one who summoned me above any other kind. |