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By Bear Quartet, Ambulance rotate your lights
all over my block tonight
You are the
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By Bear Quartet, In the room in the back you kept your private
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By Bear Quartet, Streets, sun warms and heart beats
You are seventeen, twentythree, you
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By Bear Quartet, A hand on your head
lets you know someone's in here
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By Bear Quartet, You could never figure out
what peoples real motives were
I know
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By Bear Quartet, Artist : Bear Quartet
Title : Put Me Back Together
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It was
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By Bear Quartet, the light presses here
there's a hole in the breeze
the sky
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By Bear Quartet, tell them a hole was dug for someone
to really rub
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By Bear Quartet, was about to tell the truth
but it turned into something
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By Bear Quartet, did the wind from the river
spooking around your home
also deliver
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By Bear Quartet, this apartment
was rented for a reason
but not the one
others might
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By Bear Quartet, I wasn't that hurt when you left
really it's true
it just
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By Bear Quartet, Here they come, the smothering dimensions
Come the usual low expectations
Talk
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By Bear Quartet, I'm out, I've slept all day
I need a walk in
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By Bear Quartet, they were suspicious:
something was wrong at an early age
so little
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By Bear Quartet, break the breaker's parts
show him who you really are
it's been
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By Bear Quartet, Stars fall to the ground like snowflakes
What, snowing in summer
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By Bear Quartet, with a high tolerance
for sad events
you were the one
I used
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By Bear Quartet, in the front seat on a dead street
where lonely people
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By Bear Quartet, breathing sharp air as if it is mine
it aches going
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By Bear Quartet, boy on steroids wants to grow
into his own say so
girl
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By Bear Quartet, there's a house on my right
but that's not it
haven't travelled
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By Bear Quartet, the sun hits the blinds
cuts a stairway to my eyes
she
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By Bear Quartet, wherever you go there's always something
that hurts more or less
all
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By Bear Quartet, I won't answer, alright
it's not your problem
where I spent last
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By Bear Quartet, eastbound roads humming
under the wheels
the weather-report
the antenna receivs
mentions a thunderstorm
over
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By Bear Quartet, we were big shirts in the wind
walking headaches on Elvis
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By Bear Quartet, have you heard the news
no, of course, there's nothing new
I'm
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By Bear Quartet, exhaust curls out
an expanding night
she's a heap of bad luck
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By Bear Quartet, sunday morning,
perfect sunday morning
only slightly hangover
making coffee perfect hot and