I live under a giant cloud
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Well it's my shield and it's my shroud
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At home on the range
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But alone in a crowd
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I plug my ears when it gets too loud
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So get that kinky noise out on the stage
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With your spinning curls in a purple rage
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The sun in our eyes
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And the burning sage
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You're all alone then you turn the page
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Could it be? Yeah it could be
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Could it be that you're for me
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I'm looking right to your head
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Talking to you seems to wake the dead
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With what now you just said
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I think we're gonna break the bed
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Hands in the air & knees on the ground
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Don't be surprised if I fall around
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We were over the water
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When the plane went down
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It was over my head and you let me drown
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Could it be? Yeah it could be
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Could it be that you're for me
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I'm looking right to your head
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Talking to you is gonna wake the dead
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With what now you just said
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I think we're gonna break the bed
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Break The Bed
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The Odds |