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TATTOO OF THE SUN
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(Jenkins, Cadogan)
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I believe everything you say
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Cuz your not frightened
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the way I've been so
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So I follow you
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Just in case you lose your way
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So glad you let me stay around
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The chain link fence you climbed
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To make forbidden lakes our own
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Your's and mine
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And with ease of the sea gulls
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We cut the engines and cruise high
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In the summer sky
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Now I could speak to everything
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But there's no room for my voice
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When sweet feed back is
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Jumping through the hoop of your ear
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Ring there goes the phone
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And then you're off again
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On what the caller brings
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So I went and trashed myself at the bar
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Confused for nothing thinking you'd be there
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I'm so embarrassed cuz it's you
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Who comes to take care of me
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Shambling home again with you to lead
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And it's not the way I want to go
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And I'm mad at you and I'm mad at me
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Talking endlessly, not a kind word to say
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Till your amber beads of wisdom come
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And I want to write it down
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Just the way you said it
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So I could keep it always
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I can't forget the smell
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Of summer trees at midnight
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Bending backwards to please the wind
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You touch the tattoo of the sun
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On a warm belly that once carried a baby for a while
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Then let that crackled leather jacket round you fold
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Red face saints monogrammed in gold
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And in this beauty I would not go any further
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Cuz I suddenly remembered
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We can't live this way forever
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Idle daylight
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I've never caught you in a lie
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Not until now
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I feel somehow
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The passing of these days gone by
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What will you do when the feeling
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That you have is through
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I need to know
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Cuz I'll never stop hanging on to you
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And it's times like this that I dread
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When there's everything to say
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And nothing left
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To be said
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And it makes me sad
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TATTOO OF THE SUN
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Third Eye Blind |