What have I been doing here? And what's the biggest chase? How will we be listening when we're slipping out of the race? Roses pushed inside my palm, and rushing with the fun. You've already finished it when the notion's just begun. And I don't know what I'm doing here and I can't say why you would be here. And I've seen roses twelve feet tall. Hearts on their shoulders and that's not all.
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