Propeller seeds
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Corridor scene
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Talk on, walk out.
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It took me a minute, my mind was on other things
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Oh, you got me at a¢æ©«Parisa¢æ?
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I must be coming down with something to be thinking this
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What's happening here?
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I'm growing roots through my toes
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And leaves from my fingertips
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Unfold
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Where does this story go?
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Queue, food
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Drink up
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Continue
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We float in tandem, past name tags and shaking hands
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Immune to the hubbub of others
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We're deep in discussion, the party's on mute.
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(Oh woah, oh woah)
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Our bubble's got it covered
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(Ooh...)
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You want me, well you've got me
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It doesn't have to be today
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I can't believe I said that out loud
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What's happening here?
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I'm growing roots through my toes
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And leaves from my fingertips
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I'm falling
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What does this story know?
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Wedding rings, children
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Are all the good ones taken?
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Rickshaw, disco
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Goodnight kiss
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Oh, cold shower
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Call me for sweet... dreams of him
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Where does this story go?
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(Whoa whoa)
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What does this story know?
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(Whoa whoa)
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What does this story hold... for us?
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Propeller Seeds
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Imogen Heap |