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I've been in this grass here for the last ten hours |
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My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry |
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How does it happen does it fly through the air |
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Woah I gave up asking days away I gave up asking days away |
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And now I'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder |
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Waiting for the sound of thunder |
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Here I am I'm a dotted line cut in through corners stick me through your door |
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I'm the man who stepped off the path |
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Am I just lying here that's what I was made for |
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And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land |
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Leaning out for the touch of my hand |
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The world spins so fast that I might fly off |
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The world spins so fast that I might fly off |
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The world spins so fast that I might fly off |
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Waiting for the sound of thunder |
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I'm waiting for the sound of thunder |
