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Does she know, does she know That I am not just searching for some first time high? I know it's all about perceptions And I accept you as my very first mover I remember riding bikes (I remember riding bikes) On Koster Island Plotting midnight raids On the Swedish plum trees (That summer) It was too cold to swim So we climbed up on the rocky shore And freaked out on the mountain goats But they were not impressed or scared of us Do you remember our last summer as independents? Do you remember our last summer as independents? Do you remember our last summer as independents? Do you remember our last summer as independents? Do you remember? I was a foreigner when you appeared From the shadows at the Mono Club I was a hater in the depths of an emotional hibernation You sat me down We had some drinks and you told me all kinds of insanity I asked your friend if you were available She answered, "No, but yes, oh well, oh well, yes and no" Now I'm viewing my memory reel in reverse Scrolling back to come to feel your weather then Now I'm noting the (?) of our parabola To predict the points that thou shalt not return This inbreeding of ideas is intolerable I wish David was here Can take your persecution complex And I'm not going to absorb your stress output anymore Oh, don't you pimp out my heart, don't you pimp out my heart |
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