i can hear them
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speaking in the next room
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as they drink and start
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losing control and get louder
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they wonder about me
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i can hear her
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twirling the ice with her finger
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she's got that
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half dead look in her eyes by now
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she worries about me
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he's not like the other boys
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around here
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he says nothing and sits in his
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room and he's afraid to
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and he's afraid to drive a car
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so sad he is
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it's our duty
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as we're respected
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it's our duty
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as californians
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to show him new life
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ever since my staying i've been
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having bad dreams
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so stop eating cabbage and stop
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talking to that girl
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what are the winters like here?
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hush up and play the piano
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but have i told you how i love her?
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yes but you're aquarius
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and she is capricorn
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come come now and meet
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your cousins from l.a.
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shut up and leave me alone
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we know who you are
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i read your palm while you
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were sleeping
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and i read through your diary
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and the secrets you've been keeping
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we were already aware of
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and now for dinner and maybe
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tomorrow we'll have a drink
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and talk this over
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and in the meantime please
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think of the good things
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we've done for you
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it's our duty
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as we're respected
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it's our duty
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as californians
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to show him new life
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