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you were just swinging like a dime
posing with no reason and no rhyme
did you help me find the long way home?
sing me songs that I did not know?
Id been waking up for quite some time
workers breaking pavement outside
then one day at the bus stop getting high
all legs and all hair dye

this is where I realize
my trouble comes with bluest eyes
now when I walk in the room you know its all I can do
to stare at the floor and not to look at you
what do you think I am leaning on the wall?
what do you think I am, or do you think at all?

this is where I realize
my trouble comes with bluest eyes
now when I walk in the room you know its all I can do
to stare at the floor and not to look at you
I flavor to taste because taste is free
there are so few things between the rent and me

you were standing outside of the lines
you were just swinging like a dime
you were something of a charity
and I wanted you to give some to me
but what do you think I am, the smoke in your clothes?
what do you think I am, or do you think at all?
you were just swinging like a dime   posing with no reason and no rhyme   did you help me find the long way home?   sing me songs that I did not know?   Id been waking up for quite some time   workers breaking pavement outside   then one day at the bus stop getting high   all legs and all hair dye      this is where I realize   my trouble comes with bluest eyes   now when I walk in the room you know its all I can do   to stare at the floor and not to look at you   what do you think I am leaning on the wall?   what do you think I am, or do you think at all?      this is where I realize   my trouble comes with bluest eyes   now when I walk in the room you know its all I can do   to stare at the floor and not to look at you   I flavor to taste because taste is free   there are so few things between the rent and me      you were standing outside of the lines   you were just swinging like a dime   you were something of a charity   and I wanted you to give some to me   but what do you think I am, the smoke in your clothes?   what do you think I am, or do you think at all?