If I could tell you in my own words
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Then I could spit it out faster
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Then you'll have a chance,
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And maybe I'll believe me
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Then it goes, everybody run
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Here she goes again, everybody run
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So we just stared at the sky from a tire swing
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With some water and whiskey
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You remind me of all the backyards and balconies
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And all the nights I forgot already
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I don't know what it is about you
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What kind of demons do you run through?
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Then she said I bet they're never going to leave me
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Then it goes again, everybody run
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Here we go again, everybody run
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So we just stared at the sky from a tire swing
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With some water and whiskey
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You remind me of all the backyards and balconies
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And all the nights I forgot already
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From A Tire Swing
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| Lydia |
