This is not a track, it's a movement
When you start thinking you are a state you definetely are a state
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I am looking for the holes
The holes in your jeans
Because I want to know
Are the worn out in the seat
Or are they warn out in the knees?
My head has never hurt so sweet
My head has never felt so light
I can't help smile at the feeling
That this is the last time
This is the last time
I'll ever fall in love
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