you remind me of you
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the way you shot right through and how
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you broke my window glass, fast
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it happened so fast
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I have to confess that I
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that I was impressed that I
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despite all the mess and the broken glass
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I was impressed
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here's where I disappeared
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where I fell off the pier
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and to be rescued I did wait
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I watched waterbugs skate
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as they draw figure eights as they draw
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from the bottom of the lake as they draw
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I watched waterbugs skate as they draw
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from the bottom of the lake I watched the waterbugs skate
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memories like mohair sweaters
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stretched and pilled faux distressed letters
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moose's horns and figure eights
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white plastic bags in search of mates
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what suffocates the land
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in the memory of garbage can
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memory of garbage can
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you can't be found when the bell rings
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you weren't there that day for the naming of things
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the naming of things
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where the homeroom bell rings
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the homeroom bell rings
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hey, just look at the mess you made today
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didn't really think it would get this bad
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hey, feel like you're living in a Russian play
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where it seems like you made everybody mad
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you remind me of you
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when you shot through
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and broke my window glass
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it happened so fast
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I have to confess
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I was impressed, I was impressed
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despite all the mess and the broken glass
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I was impressed
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The Naming of Things
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Andrew Bird |