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did you ever have one of these days |
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where you love the town you live in |
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but the blue marble girl |
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she can't even pull off her own spin |
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did you ever have one of these lives |
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like you lived here forever |
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and that which doubles for the devil |
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is only powder in the big wind |
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blue marble girl |
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shoves the day into the night |
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and the red cap boy |
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makes his way |
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until he blows it right |
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now blow it (right) |
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did you ever have one of these nights |
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strung out like a string of cracked christmas lights |
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and the light that needs your juice |
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is the same one you having to re-fuse |
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blue marble girl |
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shoves the day into the night |
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and the red cap boy |
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making his way until he blows it right |
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if it's all the same |
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is she better off to blame anyone |
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except what slipped on like powder |
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through her own hands |
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own hands |
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own hands |
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own hands |
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own hands |
