swing set silhouette.
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stinging my sunburnt backhands.
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breaking cigarettes.
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mending fractured seesaw slip-ups.
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why do we confine our steps to the dotted lines.
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we show our play.
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we stole the game.
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we take baby steps.
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they come so close together.
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i step on your toes.
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c'est la vie said you to me.
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sing me into your lullaby.
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and i'll kiss you goodnight.
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long texas drive can change a mind.
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i've been thinking.
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it's a good thing.
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and i'll kiss you goodbye.
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Sixty Six Thousand Miles An Hour
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| Imbroco |
