i want out of here there's got to be
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someplace for the dream in me
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looking out at pacific sunsets
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to austin sunsets
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wish it could've been you
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instead of her cold eyelids
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that close and close
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and never open here's to hopin'
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give me one more chance to try and be
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a little more unkind
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hide those things that
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you don't want me to know
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is it true? if you were here i'd ask you
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don't you think the sky is really blue?
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not a cloud in sight, well maybe 1 or 2
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too few to mention this music
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stares at me so cold and sequential
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keeping time with the perfect sounds
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of my heart beating slow it down
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twist it around and slam me
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on my back in anxious waves
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of idle time pass over me
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and make me aware
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is it true? if you were here i'd ask you
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the sky is blue.
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if you were here i'd ask you
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I suck your kisses down
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I suck your kisses down
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I suck your kisses down
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it's true
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the sky is blue
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if you were here i'd ask you
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(we're all just wasting away
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so we might as well just fuck each other
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until we push on through)
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Blue Sky
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