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HIGH & DRY
Two jumps in the wee
I bet you think that
Flying on your motor cycle
Watching all the ground beneath you drop
Give yourself a recognition
Kill yourself to never ever stop
Broke another mirror
You
Don
Don
Drying up in conversation
You will be the one who cannot talk
All your insides fall to pieces
You just sit there wishing could still make love
There the ones who
When you think you got the world all sussed out
There the ones who
You will be the one who
Don
Don
It
It
Don
Don
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