Street View

	  		
Verse 1:

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I felt so tragic 
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Today on Google maps just 
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Circling the block and seeing where we met 

Bridge:
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I was making such progress 
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Now there's new stuff to process 
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Seems like it's an imperfect art 
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Hope it doesn't fall apart 

Interlude 
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Verse 2:
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Falling out my body 
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Decade later oddly 
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Clinging to the poles 
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Break it in half it's whole 

Bridge:
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Judy says I'm Trini to the bone 
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Over the phone 
C 
We're both dancing alone 

Verse 2:
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Make a list in an iPhone note 
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Look at it when I'm feeling low 
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But I'd rather write a poem 
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I think everything's a cult 

Outro 
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Sometimes you just have to laugh at the facts 

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