"Why is the world so creepy?" she asked
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after a car full of haircuts drove past
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a backseat full of 'the boys'
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I told her that 'It isn't...
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that...that it's exquisite
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but like love, it has it's barbarous threats
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still in spite of the cads
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and the stoop-shouldered teens
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I know I'm losing you
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I know what that means, yea
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I told her that it isn't
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that it's real exquisite
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but like love, it can have it's
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stubbed-toe effects
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and juts like after she heard
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the word 'iridescent'
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and everything was iridescent for awhile,
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it wasn't long
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before she exhalted out of nowhere,
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'Isn't this exquisite?'
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Once you've said 'mmm' in unison
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and 'oh' in double surprise
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and shared relief with a mutual 'phew'
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and a look in each others' eyes
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I tell her that is isn't
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insisted that it isn't
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because like love
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it has too-cunning effects
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I told her that it isn't
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that it's just exquisite
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because like love it has
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it's barborous threats
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'Why is the world so creepy?' she asked
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after a car full of haircuts drove past
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a backseat full of the boys
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breaking glass
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throwing off glass.
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Throwing off Glass
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| Tragically Hip |
