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Crack my head open on your kitchen floor to prove to you that I have brains. Meanwhile, tin men are led by little girls down golden roads that lead to nowhere. Fine time to fake a seizure; feel your mouth on mine, you're saving me. Whatever happened to that silly dream you had? I want to make it real, I'd love to rub your back. Like a plane crash that never hits the ground, I fall in love with you. I'm nose over tail for you. Your voice like the sound of sirens to a house on fire; you're saving me.
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