A worn old suitcase so what if it's broken,
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hopeless a little odd in a splash of autumn on drugs,
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holding all weight for me the weight of me
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and i need it like a friend needs me for a friend
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I can feel the time is right to find the legs to deal with this alone
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so I'll turn around to all and wave the California Wave
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sometime let's forget all about forced hands,
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big heads and little things no one showed a trust 'cause no one had faith in me
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and I see it like the sun sees me through the day
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a lo-fi vanilla secret spoken by a friend who'll miss me if I'm leaving...
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Who'll want to find me
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Autumn On Drugs
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I Mother Earth |