I’m sitting in the concrete
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I’m listening for a heartbeat
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I’m sitting in the painting
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I promised I’d be waiting
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I’m sitting in the window
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I’m listening to the wind blow
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I’m sitting in an hour glass
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I’m waiting for the march past
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I’m sitting in the doorway
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I’m wishing for a new day
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I’m choking in the landscape
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I’m cutting through the red tape
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I’m sitting in the concrete
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I’m listening for a heartbeat
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I’m sitting in the concrete
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I’m listening for a heartbeat
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And the joke has crossed the line
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And the final word is mine
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And the mist has touched the wood
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And the words are understood
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And the sand has drifted high
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And the blind man gave a cry
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And the swallows dance above the sun
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The swallows dance above the sun, yeah
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I’m sitting on the ceiling
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I had to know the feeling
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I’m sitting in the shelter
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I’m going down helter skelter
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I’m sitting in the concrete
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I’m listening for a heartbeat
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I’m sitting in the concrete
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I’m listening for a heartbeat
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And the joke has crossed the line
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And the final word is mine
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And the mist has touched the wood
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And the words are understood
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And the sand has drifted high
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And the blind man gave a cry
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And the swallows dance above the sun
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The swallows dance above the sun, yeah
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Every time I turn around
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There’s another face watching me
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Every time I turn around
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There’s another voice calling me
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Every time I turn around
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There’s another fool reading me
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Every time I turn around
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There’s another silence drowning me
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Spoken:
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«I want you to put Felix’s penis on me.» |
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