Good shoes, fake smile
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Gonna be out for the night
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Thinking of what the fawn brought
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Cut time, cut away in the break
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Of an angel's sign on my end
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It's a hard day for a melody to take me away
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I'll wait in the car and count the change
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The look-ats, who for 'cause I'm going home
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To the days and the gold
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And the Why-ats catch thee own
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Go easy on the reasons
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You thought I would be
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Too hard to define
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Which, back in the cans
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Shooting off of a cliff
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You ran as it came
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It's a wing right over seven days or over weeks
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We're riding too hard to catch its theme
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Your face in two bars, I at to see
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The wide open sea and the skies underneath
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Hard To Define
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Gregory And The Hawk |