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everyone's moving away from me constantly
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and right past their destination
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but not me, i'm headed for apathy
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i may be passed over
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and if memory serves me correctly, dear
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your eyes are the color of clay
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and every schoolgirl's
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got their head on straight
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how do we get from here to annapolis?
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when every streetlight spells out your name
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how do we get from here to annapolis?
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i fall away
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everyone's writing songs about anarchy
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everyone's painting pictures in gray
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but not me, i'm swimming in mercury
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i may be passed over
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if memory serves me correctly, dear
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your head tastes like lemon meringue
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if you were wise, then i'd be standing here
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i fall away
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how do we get from here to annapolis?
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when every streetlight spells out your name
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how do we get from here to annapolis?
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i fall away
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i refuse to fade away
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annapolis
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