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The sun hits the back of my neck through a crack in the windowshade |
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I blow it off |
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I blow it off |
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Cause I keep outside in the eaves in eyes of friends I've never made |
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So I blow it off |
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I blow it off |
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There's nothin' to say |
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That couldn't just as well be sent |
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I've got an American shell of twenty-first century stress |
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Your trouble vibrates the table, interrupts my reverie |
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I blow it off |
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I blow it off |
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Cause if it's that bad it ain't gettin' better face to face with me |
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So I blow it off |
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I blow it off |
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There's nothin' to say |
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That couldn't just as well be sent |
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I've got an American shell of twenty-first century stress |
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Just go ahead, bloody up your knuckles knockin' at my door |
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I'll blow 'em off |
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I'll blow 'em off |
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(The sun hits the back of my neck through a crack in the windowshade) |
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I'll blow 'em off |
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I'll blow 'em off |
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(The sun hits the back of my neck through a crack in the windowshade) |
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(I keep outside in the eaves in eyes of friends I've never made) |
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I'll blow 'em off |
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I'll blow 'em off |
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Cause there's nothin' to say that couldn't just as well be sent |
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We've all got an American shell of twenty-first century stress |
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See the oceans rise and leave the nations cryin' at heaven's door |
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I blew it off |
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I blew it off |
