| On a lilo, reading your letter
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| I miss you darling, I hope you’re better
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| It’s such a drag to be apart
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| Right at the start of it
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| Tongue in tightropes, tummy a-flutter
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| It’s not my passion, just my bread and butter
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| Say you’ll find your way, follow your heart
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| Think you don’t have a chance at it
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| How much would you be willing to give?
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| How much do you take from all of this?
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| How much before you’re strung out?
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| You’re a silo, long gone of grains
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| On the edge of the city in the shadow of the cranes
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| I want to fill you to the top
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| And that’s not the half of it
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| Breaking down in the supermarket
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| Something for my toothache, is it getting dark yet?
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| My thoughts are dwelling on the snarks
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| You’ve just got to laugh at it
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| How much would you be willing to give?
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| How much do you take from all of this?
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| How much
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| Your planet’s reeling
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| Your footprints on the floor
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| Can’t help the feeling
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| Of wanting nothing more |