When all the knots attention keep you from getting loose
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Relax your love
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Relax your living
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And cruise... past the People's Choice and their backwards attitudes.
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When you're done all sleeping and all your dreams fall through
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Relax your rush
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Relax your grieving
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And lose... yourself in the till of your woodwind solitude.
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Light in the corners of the room
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In your Eighth House is a rising moon
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Better get out of her soon...
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Far away from the rag trade
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Fa away from this maritime state you're stuck in
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Relax your law
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Relax your ego
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And groove... from the deep-sea dive to the nose-bleed altitudes.
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When you divide the memories outside the photobooth
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Relax your cause
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Relax your feeling
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And choose... not the one that you want but the one they just handed you.
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When wet tequila gimmicks starts off but gets you juiced
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Relax your thoughts
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Relax your breathing
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And do... what you want, when you want, with whoever you wanna do.
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The sun is eclipsed as silence swoons
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And you your Eighth House is a darkened room
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Is it midnight or high noon?
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Far away from the rag trade
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Far away from this marathon race you're running
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Relax your costs
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And dodge the seroes
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And prove... what you think that you can to whoever you needed to.
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Far away from the rag trade
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Far away from this maritime state
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Far away from the rag trade
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Far away from this maritime state you're stuck in
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...You're stuck in
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Susan Miller Rag
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| Bright Eyes |
