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Erica's gone shy
Some unknown X behind the why
All is some less today
Mass not conserving in the old way
Checking out with Brother Jay
I'll miss your half of me
Girl are you leaving something you might later need?

Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred
Erica's news, singing the praise and playing the blues
Pulling the rug out under my shoes

Twelve years ago
Shorthand allegiance to the long throw
Make believe and pretend
I remember when they served the same end
You always liked the photo of us sitting in our car
Just like we're driving
Girl it's not looking like we'll go all that far

Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred
Erica's find, blowing my hair and tearing my mind
Throwing for grabs and leaving behind

Maybe you'll find that promised love
The tingle to the touch
Girl and I hope it comes through for you in a clutch
But I wouldn't bet much

Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred
Erica's news, singing the praise and playing the blues
Pulling the rug out under my shoes

Erica's find, blowing my hair and tearing my mind
Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred
Knocking me down from second to third
Erica's gone shy   Some unknown X behind the why   All is some less today   Mass not conserving in the old way   Checking out with Brother Jay   I'll miss your half of me   Girl are you leaving something you might later need?      Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred   Erica's news, singing the praise and playing the blues   Pulling the rug out under my shoes      Twelve years ago   Shorthand allegiance to the long throw   Make believe and pretend   I remember when they served the same end   You always liked the photo of us sitting in our car   Just like we're driving   Girl it's not looking like we'll go all that far      Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred   Erica's find, blowing my hair and tearing my mind   Throwing for grabs and leaving behind      Maybe you'll find that promised love   The tingle to the touch   Girl and I hope it comes through for you in a clutch   But I wouldn't bet much      Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred   Erica's news, singing the praise and playing the blues   Pulling the rug out under my shoes      Erica's find, blowing my hair and tearing my mind   Erica's word, taking me clear and leaving me blurred   Knocking me down from second to third
 
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