He walks in the bedroom
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And picks up the phone
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He's singing to the beat of the dialtone
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If he could he would shrink down
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To fit through these holes
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In rubber and plastic
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That'd be fantastic
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He'd crawl through these phonelines
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To castles or farms
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Or just across the stateline
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And into your arms
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We'd learn to distinguish truth
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From false alarms
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And fade into summer
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Like we were the months of the year
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And we'll fall asleep
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Every night so easily
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Like some kind of brand new disease
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Hey we got it but c'est la vie
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Don't you wonder how villains sleep
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Every night so easily
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If they can do it baby so can we
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Just remember I'll be your breeze
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Oh well i feel like myself
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I finally feel like myself
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Honey don't you feel like yourself
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Feel like yourself
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Cause I learned we all play
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Our part in this thing
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We've all got a song we were
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Put here to sing
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It's less of a circle and more of a ring
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That keeps up together
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Like we were prize fighters
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I'll be like that
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Heart that you cut out
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And pinned on your sleeve
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I thought I told you
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That I needed you
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Just to keep breathing
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I'll Be Your Breeze
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Andrew Belle |