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even your eyes don't say what they mean,watching your dad take down the Christmas tree.you got his nose and his real estate, just pure as the kitty cats that he threw in the lake.the turtles you bought, when you went to the parkstill lay in your bed, a fight in the dark.and you want to think so fondly of your friendthat is boring and ugly and oh-oh-oh-oh-old.even that ring don't feel too big,your at the beach and his hair's in the windand the skin on that nose, is beginning to peelyou think you're his umbrella, you're his ferris wheeland you can make things, you can break things opencan you hear me? can you hear me?oh can you hear me? From Letras Mania