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Your eyes they look so bright
A funky flair in my appetite
But there's no room for you
My feet are on the ground
And my head is in the clouds
But you still can't break through
Whatcha gonna do
I'm not just gonna
Stand around
Waiting for my lips to be read
Falling through the
Cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said
Flowing like water
In a crimson melody
The orange plastic sun
Is shining
And the truth so hard to see
The rain of your existence
If falling down on me
And the soap suds
Spread like a disease
From my washing machine
I'm not just gonna
Stand around
Waiting for my lips
To be read
Falling through the
Cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said
I'm not just gonna
Stand around
Waiting for you
Falling through the
Cracks in the ground
And I'm hoping that
You'll make
Your next move
That you'll make
Your next move
I'm not just gonna
Stand around
Waiting for my lips
To be read
Falling through the
Cracks in the ground
My feelings need to be said
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