Red colonial houses lining all the snow white streets.
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Working out all our problems there in the back of the house where the ghosts all sleep.
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I know it's impossible but you should try to shake it off.
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With that shot to the chest, boy.
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I know you mean it, you mean it, you mean it, you mean it.
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Defining the problems here it's the threat at home of regret at home.
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I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off.
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And if you really wanna shake it off.
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You're gonna re-arrange us.
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Just stop and shake it off.
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You're gonna re-arrange us.
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You were turning in anger.
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She's staring at the back twin trees.
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(You've got a fury for the smallest things.
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You've got to bury it in your head.)
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Kicking back all that fury there to the part of your head where it can live and seethe.
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I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off.
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With that shot to the chest, boy.
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I know you mean it, you meant it, you mean it, you mean it.
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(Staring at the back, twin trees while you're spinning your anger red.)
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Now I know what's inside you.
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I know I don't want you.
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I know I don't want you.
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I know it's impossible, but you should try to shake it off.
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And if you really want her shake it off, you've got to re-arrange us.
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Just stop and shake it off.
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You've gotta re-arrange us.
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Re-arrange us.
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Oooh.
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Love loud, don't lose loud.
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Re-arrange us.
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You're the re-arranger.
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The Re-Arranger
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