Like the flutter of your fingertips,
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Like the flickering of lights,
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They've got their bright ideas but we've got bigger fish to fry.
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Found you out there on your doorstep,
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Undressed to the nines.
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From your Sunday best, black and blue velvet dress.
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Your head's a mess and so is mine.
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Oh Dorothy, I'm coming home,
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I hope you're waiting there.
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I know times have been tough on you,
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It's all downhill from here.
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Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart,
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It's beckoning, I'm racing to your doorway Dorothy.
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Dorothy.
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Like the scratching sounds of insects,
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Beneath the blades and soil.
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We'll begin the plot to get away,
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To ends as black as oil.
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Now it's pounding in the ear,
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Left in left field for you to find.
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Outside of your perifirals vision of this never ending night.
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Oh Dorothy, I'm coming home,
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I hope you're waiting there.
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I know times have been tough on you,
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It's all downhill from here.
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Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart,
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It's beckoning, I'm racing to your doorway Dorothy.
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Dorothy.
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It's a strange world isn't it?
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Such strange times to be living in.
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I had a change of heart tonight,
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When I watched her walk into the light.
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It's a strange world isn't it?
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Such strange times to be living in.
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I had a change of heart tonight,
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When I watched her walk into the light.
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I watched her walk into the light.
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Oh Dorothy, I'm coming home,
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I hope you're waiting there.
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I know times have been tough on you,
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It's all downhill from here.
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Oh Dorothy, inside that dreadful place deep in your heart,
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It's beckoning, I'm racing to your doorway Dorothy.
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Dorothy.
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Dorothy
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| Alkaline Trio |
