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Everyone makes the same wave at the same time |
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(like pebbles on water) |
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and we call all those interrupting lines |
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(sons and daughters) |
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a community |
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so let's join hands in some |
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blessed unity |
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But brother |
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I don't wanna know ya |
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I don't even wanna know ya |
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and sister |
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I don't wanna know ya |
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I don't even wanna know ya |
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But we're trapped |
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In this lovely mess |
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I hold you close and smile |
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Fake, like they do way out west |
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So many medicines for |
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so many heads, and |
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I'd help you clean those skeletons |
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from under your bed, but |
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I don't even know ya |
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how could it be me that sends you? |
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darling, |
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didn't your momma |
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tell you not to let no stranger bend you? |
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Probably someone here that could |
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Help to mend you |
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But it's not me |
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Got my own anxiety |
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Sadness isn't any way to explain |
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(Sadness isn't any way to explain) |
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we'll probably crash heads throughout(?) |
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(I know you're crying tonight) |
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the course of this sin |
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(drunk and insane) |
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It's as simple as the way you wear your unpolished shoes |
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And your righteous rays (a rainbow) |
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But all I know is your blues ain't like my blues |
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And why would they be? |
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If there's one commonality |
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It's that that feeling's mutual |
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Given time you'll see |
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You'll see |
