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Her hair is everywhere
is over here and under there
That's fair (I)
I dont care I
Am prepared for
Love is rare
When all you have is gravel
What you see don't match the paintings on the walls
We're all rough around the edges, after all
We find ourselves adhesive
to ties that make it easy
We burn bridges with book matches
and we wait for them to fall
You know this place ain't clean
When your feet stick to the floor
Just give them what they want
And don't come back for more
I've been thinking
and not enough for my own good
I put my heart
In front of my foot
At least I know how to tie my shoes
The things life I cannot choose
At least I have a fancy car
And I wonder how I got this far
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