I've never seen you frown this much
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It's time that we
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left this haunted town
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The spookiness of night surrounds us in trees
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us on bikes on fountains
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Never been alone as such
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Your foots on the clutch
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your hand's on my crutch
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slow down
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and run in little circles til circles are
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black and on the ground.
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and clever isn't where it's at
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cos dumb is back
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heads are holes and clouds
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And I've never seen you frown this much
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it's time that we got this flaunting down
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a feather in a baseball cap
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you dance all wack
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weakened knees call
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And I've never seen you frown this much
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It's time that we rocked three daunting nouns
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It's better not to holla back
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cos life long cracks
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speak through these walls
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Feather In A Baseball Cap
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| Architecture In Helsinki |
