| Held a bird’s egg between her breasts
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| There’s reasons for the road I guess
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| To document the indigenous
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| To paint and sketch, paint and sketch
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| I’m starting to fail to be impressed
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| United state of ricochet
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| From the boardwalk to the appian way
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| The diamond files, the corporate raves
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| You’d practically kill not to be afraid
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| And I’m starting to choke on the things I say
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| I’m putting down, I’m putting down, I’m putting down
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| I’m putting down, I’m putting down, I’m putting down
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| I’m putting down, I’m putting down, I’m putting down
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| Down
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| Browbeaten out from underneath your dress
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| The documented indigenous
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| Civilisation flipped its desk
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| You know the rest, there is no rest
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| And I’m starting to fail to know what’s best
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| I’m putting down, I’m putting down, I’m putting down
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| I’m putting down, I’m putting down, I’m putting down
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| I’m putting down, I’m putting down, I’m putting down
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| Down, down, down, down, down |