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I want your silt parts, the parts that the birds love. I know there’s such a place, I had my back turned, you didn’t realize I’m lonely. You lack the things to which I relate, but I see no harm. Come ‘way, come ‘way, come ‘way, it’s over, and 1, 2, 3 When I’m feeling lazy, it's probably because, I’m saving all my energy to pick up when you, move into my airspace, move into my airspace. Something’s coming over me, I see you in the doorway. I cannot control the part of me that swells up when you.
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My old loves that gets me through the boring days.