Skimmin' the tops of tall trees
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Through the clear light of free speech
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A sudden memory disease
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Claims the air all around me
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I'm gettin' lost in the slipstream
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Maybe relive the same dream
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Of comin' in from the cold
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And losin' half of my soul
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Memory disease
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Across United States
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That I had told the truth
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Feel so high
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Architectural
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I look to the skies
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To see our bodies
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They were rising up
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Out of the paper cup
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A sea change is due
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I don't seem to (?) you
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Touchdown on the new mason-dixon
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Line-up map was ripped and torn
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Jilted frame with all hope gone
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And I don't mind if you sing a differnet song
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Sing a different song
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Just as long as you sing
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Sing along
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It's later than it seems [x3]
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Time everyone came down(?)
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It's what you didn't say it's what you didn't say
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Don't wanna be a slave
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It's what you didn't
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Skimmin' the tops of tall trees
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Through the clear light of free speech
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I'm comin' in for a landing
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I've got a soul (sole?) understanding
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It all comes down to a word
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It's just like nothin' I heard
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Over the rainbow in time
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Will be one hell of a climb
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Eye lights bright
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The lights sweep high clear sky
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Sky
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Reminiscent
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Of money in your eye
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Unwind
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I don't mind if you sing a different song
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Sing a different song
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Just as long as you sing
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Sing along
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It's later than it seems
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It's later than it seems
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It's later than it seems
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New ears are listening
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It's what you didn't say
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It's what you didn't say
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Don't wanna be a slave
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It's what you didn't say
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Nothing to give away
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Paper Cup Exit
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| Sonic Youth |
