quiet
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quiet down she said
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speaking to the back of his head
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on the edge of her bed
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i can see your blood flow
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your cells grow
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hold still a while
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don’t spill the wine
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i can see it all from here
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i can see
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i can see
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weather systems of the world
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and every time you turn the soil
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another cloud begins to boil
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some things you say
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are not for sale
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i would hold that we’re
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all free agents
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of a substance or scale
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hold still a while
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don’t spill the wine
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i can see it all from here
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i can see
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i can see
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weather systems of the world
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Weather Systems
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| Andrew Bird |
