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Old Hat
Call me disruptive; say I break your concentration.
Familiar pattern, like the waves that break too fast.
What do you when it's so brand new that it kills you?
Came on too strong, couldn't stand it slow, and now I know:
She can knock me back like a champ.
Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours.
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
She barely fits inside my head, but I feel something.
Every element but one is in my thrall.
Stop traffic as I lie down in your footpath.
Like a simile, I paint suggestive pictures
Of me and you.
Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours.
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
Call me freaky, call me childish,
Call me Ishmael.
Just call me back,
Call me back,
Call me back and I'll follow you around.
I forget
What my friends look like.
And they forget why they like me.
But that's old hat,
I'm so happy.
How do you write about that?
How do you write about that?
Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours.
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
Disembodied ringlets,
From hair that looked like yours.
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
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Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
From hair that looked like yours.
Disembodied ringlets,
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
From hair that looked like yours.
Disembodied ringlets,
How do you write about that?
How do you write about that?
I'm so happy.
But that's old hat,
And they forget why they like me.
What my friends look like.
I forget
Call me back and I'll follow you around.
Call me back,
Just call me back,
Call me Ishmael.
Call me freaky, call me childish,
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
From hair that looked like yours.
Disembodied ringlets,
Of me and you.
Like a simile, I paint suggestive pictures
Stop traffic as I lie down in your footpath.
Every element but one is in my thrall.
She barely fits inside my head, but I feel something.
Call me the looming shapes of winter dusk impending.
From hair that looked like yours.
Disembodied ringlets,
She can knock me back like a champ.
Came on too strong, couldn't stand it slow, and now I know:
What do you when it's so brand new that it kills you?
Familiar pattern, like the waves that break too fast.
Call me disruptive; say I break your concentration.
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