Gravity don't work on me
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The ground don't pull me down
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I can jump any thing I come to
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I do not need to come down
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Driving back from your house it's first gear all the way home
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I got my window wide wide open so I can feel the snow
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Could get so stuck on you but I think I won't
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I could sink into this but I would rather just float
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So I won't stick to you like glue
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I will drift by you just like smoke
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I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
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Nothing but a little catch in your throat
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See the pretty rainbows in the oil slicks on the highway
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Hear the lovely music of the sirens passing by
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I could love every single person in this truck stop
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I would not even have to try
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So I won't stick to you like glue
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I will drift by you just like smoke
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I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
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Nothing but a little catch
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And I throw it all away
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Live on ice and wine
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I'm made of skin and appetite
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And I do not want to call you mine
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So maybe last month's paycheck is just a jingle in my pocket
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Maybe last night's love is all a pack of lies
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Maybe last year's questions still got no answers
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But I still look down when I want to see the sky
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And I won't stick to you like glue
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I will drift by you just like smoke
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I'll leave you nothing but some dirty laundry
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Nothing but a little catch in your throat
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Gravity don't work on me
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Gravity
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Kris Delmhorst |