Woke up late on that sunday morning.
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Woke up late yeah the sun was burning.
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Slides and chutes spilling explanations. Slides and chutes offer alibis.
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Where the freeways mate and the flies congregate,
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There's a needle hungry for a place to sleep.
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Where the jumpers meet in the film cloud eyes
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With the doctors' notes and them heavy heads we'll cry.
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Lay my face back in the sleep finds me lazy.
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A fears friendly fed when you're free to be resting.
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Birds in the sky and the rain won't soon call in.
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Gravel laced sunsets foaming in my belly.
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Evident was the flood.
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Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
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Evident I was told.
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Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
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A wonder it was worn.
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Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
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Evident I was told.
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Frame it up, frame it up now, frame it!
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Ohhh, my baby's gonna take your breath away.
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Ohhh, my baby's gonna burn your soul.
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Ohhh, my baby's gonna take your breath away.
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Ohhh, my baby's gonna burn your soul.
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Marching With 6
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Portugal. The Man |