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By Cursive, Baby, baby baby,
the world must seem so immense compared to
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By Cursive, Let's get one thing straight,
we don't have any answers.
We are
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By Cursive, i'll never go back there
don't make me go back there...
now
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By Cursive, Our mistakes are scrawled upon the chalkboard
They're scribed across
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By Cursive, They took the shrine to the temple,
But he wasn't there.
They
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By Cursive, watching cars
does anyone stop for us?
or will we be passed
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By Cursive, Swimming at night
We've dug this hole
The water's fine
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By Cursive, In the desert, where the cities are made of gold,
there's
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By Cursive, I'll try to make this perfectly clear
I'm so transparent
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By Cursive, Oh God, no,
Please don't tell her
What I've done;
I can
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By Cursive, And now we proudly present
Songs perverse and songs of lament
A
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By Cursive, I've decided tonight
I'm staying alive
Just kicking and screaming
Alive I'm staying
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By Cursive, now and again youll remember the sound
of the sails
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By Cursive, There's no use going to Des Moines
I heard it's
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By Cursive, wind blow
a semi capsized in the storm
stranded
the rains of June
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By Cursive, ou seemed like such a smart young man.
Your father's got
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By Cursive, The night has fallen down the staircase
And I, for
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By Cursive, Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the
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By Cursive, A little bit closer,
I know you're not bashful
There, now that's
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By Cursive, This is the bed that i have made
This is
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By Cursive, I saw something I was not supposed to see
A
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By Cursive, And so it's begun
This is year one
The birth
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By Cursive, I need a catalyst, to rekindle the flame
That once
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By Cursive, Dinner's getting cold --
You haven't touched a thing
So
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By Cursive, I wake alone
in a woman's room I hardly know
I wake
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By Cursive, words have no feeling
without loaded meanings
words take too long to
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By Cursive, watching cars
will anyone stop for us
or will we be passed
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By Cursive, since I wrote this am I the culprit
these useless wisdoms
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By Cursive, And now, we proudly present
Songs perverse, and songs of lament.
A
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By Cursive, Hey
Are you sleeping?
We've got nothing better to do
