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my hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw |
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my hand brushes against the lock of hair that hangs down past your ear to your jaw |
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it's real neat |
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the moment's sweet but it's all wrong |
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and we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside |
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we're pictures of decency when we wave goodbye outside |
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yeah, i'm the model of composure out there |
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but you oughta see me shaking later on |
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my brain gets flooded six hours later |
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my brain gets flooded over six hours later |
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rivers run with pictures of you as i stare up at the blood red moon |
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lying out front on the lawn, hey |
