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Tom and I out on the hillside
Waving at planes and pulling our wrists
No girl of mine is gonna see me cry
She'd be better off seeing me dead
Tom and I cover our eyes and decide
To make our way out on the next passing bird
I found my solace in a plateau of nothingness
Floating like grass, indecisive
Waving at planes and pulling our wrists
No girl of mine is gonna see me cry
She'd be better off seeing me dead
Tom and I cover our eyes and decide
To make our way out on the next passing bird
I found my solace in a plateau of nothingness
Floating like grass, indecisive
My body is a passing leaf
Dead as it hits the ground
Useless to nature's need
Quite a sight not to see
Tom and I out on the hillside
We're both so insane and pushing our luck
You take New York and I will marry Lee
Let's see who comes back worse
Dead as it hits the ground
Useless to nature's need
Quite a sight not to see
Tom and I out on the hillside
We're both so insane and pushing our luck
You take New York and I will marry Lee
Let's see who comes back worse
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