this open sky's painted blue
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these cousins kissings in your room
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this is a letter i won't send
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this is a property condemed
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those sleeping hearts will ever understand
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you can't hear the song until you dance
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we run with scissors in our hands
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well i can feel you in my bones
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these are the symptoms that are shown
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its always every now and then
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life is unusual again
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those sleeping hearts will never understand
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you can't hear the song until you dance
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we run with scissors in our hands
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repeat
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so don't ask me for a reason
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and don't look to me for a reason
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and don't look to me coz i'm running to fast
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those sleeping hearts will never understand
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you can't hear the song until you dance
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we run with scissors in our hands
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Running With Scissors
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| Ben Lee |
