Clouds will come
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Thumbtacks in the sky
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Holding up the summer's hand
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Fat healthy goodbye
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We sucked the bones of reason
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And washed them down with wine
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Clouds will come
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So count your cat-lives
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Don't get excited, don't leave me to the holy vultures
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holy dogs! will eat the well dressed soldiers
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Heads will bleed from breaking light bulbs above
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To the hills! We'll march until we hit the ground
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Toothy expressions that break under pressure look better in magazines
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I was wrong
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To keep time at my side
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Holding on to future plans
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As if I bought the rights
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A surplus of surprised looks for every time I lie
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Frost will come
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So count your cat-lives
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Today we're gonna raise our glasses to the frozen dreamers,
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the sleeping beauties, the photographs
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Celebrate a fault existence
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Charlie Brown
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| Jonny Classic & The Classic Johns |
