tasting you in rain I walk down to the train
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try not to look down
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this day could some day be an anniversary
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everything is light and sound
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facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me
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where this train wants to go
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living by the hour I stop for every flower
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everything is soft and slow
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now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you
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like they handed me my life
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for the first time it felt right
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thank you for making me see there's a life in me
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it was dying to get out
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holding you we make two spoons beneath an April moon
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everything is soft and sweet
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this cigarette it could seduce
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a nation with its smoke
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crawling down my tired throat
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scratches part of me that's purring
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softly stirring
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I'm a captain of industry smoking famously
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feet up on the windowsill
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looking at all these trees I feel affinity with
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everything so soft and still
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budding at my fingertips
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touching you I start to bloom
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alive with trains and passing ships
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soft and sweet along your lips now
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I go "oh wow"
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thank you for taking me from my monastery
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I was dying to get out
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with tears of gratitude
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I like my latitude
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cross town train to you
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now all these tastes improve
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through the view that comes with you
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like they handed me my life for the first time it felt worth it
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like I deserved it.
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Sweet Avenue
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| Jets To Brazil |
