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This is what we wanted
This is where we ought to be But is it really, really happening? This is what we live for This is where we ought to be But is it really, really happening? My overcoat wants something more It wants to help me out But it’s getting in the way today My scarf is wet, my neck is drenched I don’t accept what it recommends My wool socks too, they feel abused Each toe is suffering Keep wiggle and stretching them Just wanna keep things moving This is what we wanted This is where we ought to be But is it really, really happening? This is what we live for This is where we ought to be But is it really, really happening? The silver spoons we hold Can’t feed the hands that follow A moon that shines so low Can break right through its shadow This is what we wanted This is where we ought to be But is it really, really happening? This is what we live for This is where we ought to be But is it really, really happening? Everything’s on the floor I can’t remember a thing Everything is a mess Are things really moving? (Is this really, really happening?) The phone shouldn’t ring The calories never burn The energy won’t stop Cuz things are really moving (Is this really, really happening?) Is this really, really happening? |
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| 2:59 |
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Olga, she comes in through your windows
Without an expectation Of where you’ll be tomorrow Olga, her touch is a tornado Her eyes heat up the ruins Opening up the morning Olga stays the same Cuz she doesn’t need to change But I do Easier than wind And she’s shaking all my limbs Olga, the poetry of music Rises like the ashes Of life before I knew you Help us get to know each other I want an explanation For the spell you’ve put me under Olga stays the same Cuz she doesn’t need to change But I do Easier than wind And she’s shaking all my limbs |
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