Tomorrow i feel fine its yesterday that took my breath away
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flyin off the handle, finally sweeping down the avenue
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God's up in his heaven and the devils on bonnie brae
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but there seems to be no room for us...
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So choose your poison its up to you, i recommend you think about it
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looong and haaard
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cuz the woods can get ..?.. inside, dark and tangled and petrified
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and you wander through the endless night and never see the light of day
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Lets turn the record over, your lifes a pleasant valley
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moonlight drives, a garden in the sun
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your shadow stays behind me, graceful as a dancer in a ballet...
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Let's Turn The Record Over
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| Elliott Smith |
