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By Coby Core, Inside this tiny frame
everything just looks the same,
everything has got
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By Coby Core, You're down again,
and we're holding hands.
You dont ask, you just
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By Coby Core, They called us innocent
- a growing confidence,
something you'd only
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By Coby Core, The candle’s burning, ooh oh,
my head keeps turning to you.
She
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By Coby Core, I heard a record
oh, I heard a record in school
there
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By Coby Core, You said we're safe to set ashore
but I don't trust
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By Coby Core, You raised your hand
inside my land,
but no one saw
when we
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By Coby Core, I've been dreaming about white trees
ever since I was a