i don't really need to see
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so i don't need to see so i'll paint
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i don't know, i'll paint it black
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i don't need to see
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i don't see how you see out of your window
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i don't need to see, i'll paint mine black
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i don't need to see
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i don't see how you see out of your window
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i don't need to see i'll paint mine black
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i don't know me and you don't know you
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so we fit so good together
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'cause i knew you like i knew myself
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we clung on like barnacles on a boat
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even though the ship sinks you know you can't let go
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i was talking like two hands knocking
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yelling 'let me in, let me in, please come out.'
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black glass, dirt-based soap,
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tell yourself what you know.
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my friends, oh my friends,
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bury your head i'll help you bury your hands.
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hard hit, hard to miss, problems are what a problem is.
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my light it came up quick, call it your asterisk,
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buried in a boys and boys first book of the stars
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saw it a satellite
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constant unblinking eyes
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buried in the bottom in the bottom of a brackish lake
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Barnacles
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| Ugly Casanova |
