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It’s a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you’re so farsighted that you can’t place trust
In what or who you recognize
We sped the Plymouth ‘cross the banks of the Mississippi River
Mary Timony was smaller than a super ball
Chitter-chatter, all these secrets started givin me the shivers
Plain and simply broken down near Olympia
I think your bruise was understated
‘Cause you can’t feel this anymore
It’s getting bluer and you can’t keep faking
That you can’t feel this anymore
I think your bruise was understated
‘Cause you can’t feel this anymore
It’s getting bluer and you can’t keep faking
That you can’t feel this anymore
I think your bruise was understated
‘Cause you can’t feel this anymore
It’s getting bluer and you can’t keep faking
That you can’t feel this anymore
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