| Open with a joke, same way it’ll close
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| This is all new skin, I’m learning what I’m in
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| How could I know the lines, if the leading hand was blind?
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| And if it all goes in smoke, I can say it was a joke
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| All in a wandering eye, a giant came down in the night
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| I see your streets from an airplane, far above ocean
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| And I will remember sleeping on your sofa
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| Lee-dah-deedle-aye-die, thing’s I’ll always have, I am so sure
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| Found something in the hills, some strong and strange mood
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| I’m searching for a tune, the tide it comes to shore
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| And then it’s on its knees, infront of me
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| The giant kneels, head bent under clouds
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| All in a wandering eye, a giant came down in the night
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| I see your streets from an airplane, far above ocean
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| And I will remember sleeping on your sofa
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| Lee-dah-deedle-aye-die, things I’ll always have, I am sorry
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| Midnight lonely boy, keep walking by
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| The town you grew up and why you’ve chosen this hour to mourn
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| God only knows, I suppose that’s when you can be closer to her
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| To her, that’s when it comes down, comes down, comes down
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| See your streets from an airplane, far above ocean
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| I will remember sleeping on your sofa
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| I will remember singing in your kitchen
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| See your streets from an airplane, far above ocean
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| And I say goodbye, knowing that I am closing, closing the joke |