| Pretending I am a worm,
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| Has proved all too easy.
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| Well I sense some problem
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| It’s the kind of smoke that could make us invisible.
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| See the things, I haven’t seen you lately,
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| In the purple that I dove into.
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| Which is a version of my
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| And your asthma can still.
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| So do you, so do you, so do you,
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| Love me, love me, love me.
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| So do you, so do you, so do you,
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| Love me, love me, love me.
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| So do you, so do you, so do you,
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| Love me, love me, love me.
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| Things’ll get better.
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| The words I’m kindred with like
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| With the children that could make us a house
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| I sew my face into a permanent crush high,
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| I play with behind the newsstand.
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| So do you, so do you, so do you,
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| Love me, love me, love me.
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| So do you, so do you, so do you,
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| Love me, love me, love me.
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| So do you, so do you, so do you,
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| Love me, love me, love me.
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| Things’ll get better.
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| So, it’s nice in the breeze,
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| Ghosts are all looking for pennies in the trees.
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| Picnic are brushing me and brushing me,
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| It is over. |