You see these red wine lips?
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I didn't dream up this
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Out on suburban curbs
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I'm always restless first
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But when the truth is told;
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We're all dreamers you know
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I've always wanted more
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than I could ever hold
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And I know that it's a fine line
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But I know that I've got time
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Oh, how could a steeple made of ceiling wax
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Ever need fall down?
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Remember we had it all
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Every belle and ball
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But just all ever
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I wanted more
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And well I sure got that
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Yeah I killed that cat
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But I hope one fine day
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I'll stop looking back
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And I know that it's a fine line
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Oh I know it's a high wire
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Oh, how could a steeple made of innocence
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Oh golden arch
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Burning heart
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Oh, steeple made of ceiling wax
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Ever need fall down?
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You see these red wine lips?
|
I didn't dream up this
|
Out on suburban curbs
|
I'm always restless first
|
|
But when the truth is told;
|
We're all dreamers you know
|
I've always wanted more
|
Than I could ever hold
|
|
And I know that it's a fine line
|
Oh I know it's a high wire
|
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Oh, how could a steeple made of innocence
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Oh golden arch
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Burning heart
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Oh, steeple made of ceiling wax
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Ever need fall down?
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Red Wine Lips
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| Lisa Mitchell |
