Stromata
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The clues to you and I are sprawling out like roads
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And if we find a place for them they won't lead home
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I only meant to say it once but it's too late
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I'm into you and out again
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The rotted love manipulates me
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The rotted love that twists the fates seem
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A bit confused by my reflection
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'Cause if we die there's still direction and
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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If I can think on purpose then you'll be right here
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A paranoia got the best of what I hold dear
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The cold linoleum is talking up my shoes
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Deciphering the truth of us
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And now I know what I'm about to lose
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Now I know what I'm about to choose
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Now we go for some reaction
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A little game of who's distracted more and
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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And see the disappointments walking in their line
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But every step they take is perfectly in time
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I'm singing you in every breath I'm left to heave
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I feel your arms surrounding me
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And when I'm in a dirty river
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And my receiver meets her giver
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I set a trap to come and catch you
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Oh someone stop me now I can't do this
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I you we're not thinking my stromata
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I I we're not thinking my stromata
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I I we're not thinking my stromata
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I I we're not thinking my stromata
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I I we're not thinking my stromata
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Stromata
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Charlotte Martin |