Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel
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In this laps excuse for wasting time
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I wait for signals shooting stars
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I'd scrape through every branch
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Coz I need to come down
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Underneath the home
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I lived in I was a page in someone's book
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And know one asked me why
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The page was fifteen stories high
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I'm underneath that home wondering why
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All across the world
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There are things we need to forget and forgive
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Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don't need
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Oh justice shake your head
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I'm wasting my time
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We can break this drought
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Wanna tell ya I love ya I need ya in the night
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Sometimes I get so full
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I wanna tell ya I'm feeling alright
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I'm shaken to the bone
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And on my way home
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Adjust an omen at the door
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Singing baby wont you please get a hold without it
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And while you sit there on the phone tell me baby
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I'm a liar you don't seem to care what I care about and baby it's a shame
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To be wasted
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All across the world
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There are things we need to forget and forgive
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Sometimes we have to try and shed the damage we don't need
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Oh justice shake your head
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I'm on my way home
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All Across The World
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Silverchair |