The swollen cotton cups
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Are almost overflown
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An eye up to the keyhole
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A model town below is sleeping quietly
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And when the man turns on
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I tighten up my belt
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The quivering is delicious
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Imagining the time it takes to fall back down
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Someday soon we'll be together
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And someone spilled my gin v But the movie's on
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Fixing on the picture
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I watch the words and wipe my eyes carefully
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Someday soon we'll be together
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And it would be so easy to never ever stop
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And only hope to pass out
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Long before I reach the ground
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Someday soon we'll be together
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Safety Belt
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| Holly Palmer |
