Baby, come out
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I'll meet you in the street
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At the place by the old fire station
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We'll get something to eat,
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Like we talked about.
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Baby, come down
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It's been a while now
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I've got so many things I could tell you,
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If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down.
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And I can't look at you straight-on
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You're made from something different than I know
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I try to slip the marching clock
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But centipedes invade my thoughts
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Without free will I heel and I go
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I step onto that metal plate,
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Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains,
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And I beg those trains to run.
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Cause I can't look at you straight-on
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You're made from something different than I know
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My eyes are on the sidewalk,
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It's gum holding your feet
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I swear under my breath
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Because I'm starving in your gravity
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You're made from something different than I know
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You linger just a little long,
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I see your gun is drawn with the safety on
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You can walk me back to my hotel
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Like it was home.
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And I smell those fools you made cordwood of
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In petty dreams that leave me sleeping here, in your arms.
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City swans,
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Our crook'd necks long
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City swans
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And I can't look at you straight-on
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You're made from something different than I know
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And it breaks my heart just like the day,
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That I looked down and I realized
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I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore
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City swans,
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Our crook'd necks long
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City swans
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City Swan
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Neko Case |