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By Chad Vangaalen, What just happened to us
I think I fell asleep at
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By Chad Vangaalen, So tell me about your mom
And how she cuts her
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By Chad Vangaalen, They had cities built there
Buried deep underground
People had their hearts
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By Chad Vangaalen, Clinically he was dead
But the motor inside his head was
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By Chad Vangaalen, What makes you think it's gonna last
When everything you've ever
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By Chad Vangaalen, So you're headed down those tracks
And you're never coming back
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By Chad Vangaalen, You're gonna kill me in my sleep
You'll hold me down
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By Chad Vangaalen, We fly above the clouds and croups
Well over top of
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By Chad Vangaalen, Who you waiting for, I hope it's not me
Cause if
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By Chad Vangaalen, Somewhere I know there's nothing
nothing, but unsailed seas
nothing, I know
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By Chad Vangaalen, When the sun is shining on my head
It makes me
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By Chad Vangaalen, You get stuck in traffic with your car and fall
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By Chad Vangaalen, Prehistoric flower on the windowsill getting hit by the sun.
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By Chad Vangaalen, It was a beautiful night, yeah the moon was climbing
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By Chad Vangaalen, And I thought you were the moon in the sky
But
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By Chad Vangaalen, I wake up early in the afternoon- just so I
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By Chad Vangaalen, They dumped her body into the molten light
Floated to the
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By Chad Vangaalen, You made a promise to yourself you'd find her and
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By Chad Vangaalen, When they first arrived, we decided to hide all the
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By Chad Vangaalen, Sleep all day
Just waiting for the sun to set
I hang
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By Chad Vangaalen, Baby, Tell me, Tell me
Are you dead or are you
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By Chad Vangaalen, With all the points of glowing light
And all the panes
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By Chad Vangaalen, Being in love with certain things
Wondering why they never cried
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By Chad Vangaalen, Clinically he was dead
But the motor inside his head was
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By Chad Vangaalen, I can hear the cries of the dead
maybe it's your
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By Chad Vangaalen, Did you find peace?
Did you find the key to the
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By Chad Vangaalen, If you wanna get close to it
You'll have to p-p-p-p-pay
Just
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By Chad Vangaalen, i laid you down
in a wooden box with lonesome thoughts
down
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By Chad Vangaalen, Do you remember when we were in Brooklyn and we
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By Chad Vangaalen, I wish I was a song
Being sung from the beautiful
