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? You touch my hand and start the car And for the first time in my life I'm crying Are we in space? Do we belong? Someplace where no one calls it wrong

heir Of a shyness that is criminally vulgar I am the son and heir Of nothing in particular You shut your mouth, how dare you say? I go about things the wrong

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: (Introduction of phone) This was an accident, not the kind were sorrow sounds, Never even noticed were suddenly crumbling. Tell me how you?ve never

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