i listen to you talk about your
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whistling band, ride your bikes to
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bad racket, climb the ladder and
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up on the roof we're passing pipes
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like we're good old friends
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but i know what i want
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and i can't help feeling it
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slate blue eyes
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noone ever tries to win me over
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so thanks, even though it's just
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a little taste
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slate blue skies
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noone ever tries to stay up
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later than they want to
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even though it's heaven
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slipping into sleeping states
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i listen as you try to take my
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breath away
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but it's not what you do
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it's what you don't say
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if i never look over
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you could never not stay
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and when the sun comes up
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we'll have someone to blame
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fight it now if you have to
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i understand your mistakes
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pretty soon it'll all blow over and
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i'll go back to where i came from
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Sleeping States
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| Gregory And The Hawk |
