Easy places to get away to.
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Easy limbs languid all around you.
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All my time is
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Dirt on your hands.
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Fingers drifting
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Down my spine now.
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Fall,
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Fall,
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Fall,
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Fall,
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Fall,
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Fall.
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Soundtrack to Mary.
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Many minds wandering from room to room.
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Many trees slain just to write it to you.
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Many rays blinding,
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Almost drowning,
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Keep this whole shine,
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Locked in my room.
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Throw back the noise, get another one.
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Pour out the rum, I've been drunk enough.
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I know the sound that you made and I
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Can't seem to unremind myself.
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I hope you feel better
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later on.
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Soundtrack to Mary
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| Soul Coughing |
