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She walking too heavy |
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she's sinking too fast |
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you better ride easy |
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you're walking on glass |
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catch a tiger in your pocket |
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load a flower in your gun |
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for old revolutions |
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it goes to come |
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I see a river, put your record on |
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cause the moon is deep and hollow |
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close your eyes and I'll be there |
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no need to weep and wallow |
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close your eyes and I'll be there |
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close your eyes and I'll be there |
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She walking too heavy |
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she clinging to dust |
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gotta go when you're ready |
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If I'm leaving, I must |
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black rabbit in the meadow |
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lay a blanket on my tomb |
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she swallows the sunshine |
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and I harvest the moon |
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I see a river, put your record on |
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cause the moon is deep and hollow |
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close your eyes and I'll be there |
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no need to weep and wallow |
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close your eyes and I'll be there |
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close your eyes and I'll be there |
