Summer came and I lost my shoes
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while them purple gold linens, pressed them down in the basement
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and if don't you know or see them clouds
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Will step to the sky and wind... down
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tell me what you know tell me what we get tell
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me where we go then tell me when you come back around
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Shelter never pays without months without
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rain after winter leaves we'll just do it again
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Calm will find your soul
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those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks
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left them purple gold lids sittin' down in the basement
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and if we die here will we ever be back again?
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Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men that shuffled slithered
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legs till they found how to stand every time I grow I know I'll never change
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because the liver tree sways, but knows he'll never find me
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I know my problems and know where they lay
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Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men
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that shuffled slithered
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legs till they found how to stand
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my brothers busy laughing at the end of the
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hall, said "That mans not
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a doctor if he cures no cancer"
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placed in the back where there are no dancers
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crooked steps diamonds
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and a bag housing answers
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where I step to sky and wind... down
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Calm will find your soul
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those tired lonely lips dragged him down to the train tracks
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and if we die here will we ever be back again?
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Dawn was likely lined in the coming of men
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that shuffled slithered legs till they found how to stand
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Telling Tellers Tell Me
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Portugal. The Man |