words in my head
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atom splitting up the twins
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rocks inside my head again
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keeps me from your bed
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sends me errand boy at swim
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to drag my lake for scars
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do the stars conspire
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to kill us off with loneliness
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am i so inspired that i could save
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the both of us
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stayed up all night
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rubbing words but they don't take
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now the sun says
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what a mess you've made
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with a bag of beer
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held like the last girl on earth
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to keep your hands from words
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do the stars conspire to pin us
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down like butterflies
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a life on the trial the hot stare america
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sunrise cemetery nervous breakdown
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saw my angel making eyes at strangers
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i was indisposed i couldn't blame her
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know i came to bury and wound up staying
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verse in my head
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first light fingers rake the hills
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turns a landscape into lines
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finds the phantom limbs
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connects the dots i got her name
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from an orange rhyming dictionary
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sunrise cemetery nervous breakdown
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saw my angel making stories for me
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now i know her and she meant to save me
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with an orange rhyming dictionary
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do the stars conspire to shock us into tiny measures
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can you survive going crazy every time you see her?
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Orange Rhyming Dictionary
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| Jets To Brazil |
