I've got pockets full of rocks
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and twisted sleepy sheets
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I don't know what to say -
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I make death defying leaps
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towards you everyday
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until we're orbiting
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I can almost here your thoughts
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and see your missing angles
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Don't go that way
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you might fall in like a stone
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Collect your doubts and set them on
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the wet black bough
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First kisses, near misses
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teacher hisses "tell me what you've learned"
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Everything I thought I wanted
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in this world has got me turned
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upside down
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If these suburban stalls
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we've made our own decisions
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to break away and start again
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with dirt and gravel
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A circle has been broken
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but another reappears
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Its smaller but stronger than
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it ever was before
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Broken branches
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see them shake your family tree
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There's no new leaves
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just petals on
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the wet black bough
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First kisses, near misses,
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teacher hisses "tell me what we've learned?"
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Everything I thought I wanted in this world
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has got me turned
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upside down (x3)
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Don't go that way
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you might sink in like a stone
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Collect your doubt and set it on
|
a wet black bough
|
First kisses, near misses,
|
teacher hisses "tell me what we've learned?"
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Everything I thought I wanted in this world
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has got me turned
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upside down (x3)
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Upside Down
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Seven Mary Three |