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She took a long cold look at me |
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And smiled and gazed all over my arm |
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She loves to see me get down to ground |
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She hasn't time just to be with me |
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Her face between all she means to be |
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To be extreme just to be extreme |
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A broken pier on the wavy sea |
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She wonaders why for all she wants to see |
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But I got up and I stomped around |
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And hid the piece where the trees touch the ground |
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The end of truth that lay out the time |
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Spent lazing here on a painting dream |
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A mile or more in a foreign clime |
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To see farther inside of me |
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And looking high up into the sky |
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I breathe as the water streams over me |
