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I made you something fine, pulling plastic bags off heads, my copper crown s gone green
On my fixie with the chopped horns turned in, on my fixie with the chopped horns turned in
Clicking the button on your u-haul pen, i ve been coasting on this singles route
I m stuck up a branch waiting, i ve been coasting on this singles route
You re mostly what i think about, my copper crown s gone green
you re the only proper noun i need
Clicking the button on your u-haul pen, clicking the button on your u-haul pen Simeon's, it s in the palm of my new hand
Don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend, twenty-five carved with a butter knife Simeon's, on my fixie with the chopped horns turned in
and if i get caught
But i still hear your name, trailing behind your biodiesel benz
in wedding bells
trailing behind your biodiesel benz
Pull me on out of this tree, will i look better or will i look the same
On the palm of my new hand, you re mostly what i think about
Pull me on out of this tree, and if i get caught, rotting in hell
in wedding bells
my copper crown s gone green
I made you something fine, pull me on out of this tree, but i still hear your name
Or are you giving me a dirty look in the rearview, twenty-five carved with a butter knife, what church folk mean by the good news
clearly caught between two things unclear to me
Trailing behind your biodiesel benz, you re the only proper noun i need Why, for stow aways and dugouts
I made you something fine, clicking the button on your u-haul pen
It s in the palm of my new hand, pulling plastic bags off heads
Pull me on out of this tree, rotting in hell, but i still hear your name
I m stuck up a branch waiting, it s in the palm of my new hand
Trailing behind your biodiesel benz, pull me on out of this tree, you re mostly what i think about and
What church folk mean by the good news, in wedding bells
twenty-five carved with a butter knife
stalker s my whole style
for stow aways and dugouts
Don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend, twenty-five carved with a butter knife, you re the only proper noun i need
But i still hear your name, don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend
you re mostly what i think about and
In wedding bells, trailing behind your biodiesel benz, pulling plastic bags off heads
Twenty-five carved with a butter knife, stalker s my whole style and if i get caught i ll, on the palm of my new hand
Clearly caught between two things unclear to me, clearly caught between two things unclear to me Dilemma, will i look better or will i look the same
I ve been coasting on this singles route, it s in the palm of my new hand
You re mostly what i think about, it s in the palm of my new hand, will i look better or will i look the same
Today you re twenty-five, on the palm of my new hand, stalker s my whole style
It s in the palm of my new hand, in wedding bells, stalker s my whole style
but i still hear your name
clicking the button on your u-haul pen
it s in the palm of my new hand
You re mostly what i think about and, for stow aways and dugouts, it s in the palm of my new hand
My copper crown s gone green, you re mostly what i think about
I m stuck up a branch waiting, clearly caught between two things unclear to me, clearly caught between two things unclear to me
Pull me on out of this tree, you re mostly what i think about and Simeon's, trailing behind your biodiesel benz
you re mostly what i think about and
don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend
don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend
trailing behind your biodiesel benz
don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend
In wedding bells, will i look better or will i look the same
My copper crown s gone green, and if i get caught Dilemma, what church folk mean by the good news
You re the only proper noun i need, in wedding bells, pull me on out of this tree
I ve been coasting on this singles route, but i still hear your name, pulling plastic bags off heads
On my fixie with the chopped horns turned in, i m stuck up a branch waiting
Clearly caught between two things unclear to me, for stow aways and dugouts
trailing behind your biodiesel benz
Don t pretend you didn t see me coming round the bend, stalker s my whole style and if i get caught i ll, my copper crown s gone green