Lyrics
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I
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spy
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with
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my
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little
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tired
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eye
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Tiny
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as
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a
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firefly,
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a
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pebble
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that
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we
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picked
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up
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last
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July
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Down
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deep
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inside
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your
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pocket,
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we
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almost
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forgot
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it
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Does
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it
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ever
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miss
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Wicklow
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sometimes?
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They
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said
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the
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end
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is
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coming
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Everyone's
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up
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to
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something
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I
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find
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myself
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running
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home
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to
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Lyrics
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your
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sweet
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nothings
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Outside,
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they're
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push
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and
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shoving
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You're
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in
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the
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kitchen
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humming
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All
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that
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you
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ever
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wanted
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from
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me
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was
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sweet
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nothing
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On
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the
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way
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home,
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I
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wrote
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a
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poem
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You
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say,
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"What
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a
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mind"
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This
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happens
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all
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the
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time
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'Cause
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they
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said
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the
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end
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is
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coming
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Everyone's
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Lyrics
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up
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to
|
something
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I
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find
|
myself
|
running
|
home
|
to
|
your
|
sweet
|
nothings
|
Outside,
|
they're
|
push
|
and
|
shoving
|
You're
|
in
|
the
|
kitchen
|
humming
|
All
|
that
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you
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ever
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wanted
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from
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me
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was
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nothing
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Industry
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disruptors
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and
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soul
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deconstructors
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and
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smooth
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talking
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hucksters
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out
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glad
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handing
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each
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other
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And
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the
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voices
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that
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Lyrics
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implore,
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"You
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should
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be
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doing
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more"
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To
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you,
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I
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can
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admit
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that
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I'm
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just
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too
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soft
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for
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all
|
of
|
it
|
They
|
said
|
the
|
end
|
is
|
coming
|
Everyone's
|
up
|
to
|
something
|
I
|
find
|
myself
|
running
|
home
|
to
|
your
|
sweet
|
nothings
|
Outside,
|
they're
|
push
|
and
|
shoving
|
You're
|
in
|
the
|
kitchen
|
humming
|
|
Lyrics
|
All
|
that
|
you
|
ever
|
wanted
|
from
|
me
|
was
|
sweet
|
nothing
|
They
|
said
|
the
|
end
|
is
|
coming
|
Everyone's
|
up
|
to
|
something
|
I
|
find
|
myself
|
running
|
home
|
to
|
your
|
sweet
|
nothings
|
Outside,
|
they're
|
push
|
and
|
shoving
|
You're
|
in
|
the
|
kitchen
|
humming
|
All
|
that
|
you
|
ever
|
wanted
|
from
|
me
|
was
|
sweet
|
nothing
|
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