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Heatmiser
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A Murder Of Crows
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Stranger Than Fiction
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[Verse 1]
A wallpaper Punch talks to Judy
In a crowded corner where anybody can listen in
But they don't read page to page or speak easy
Now, they're gonna go say the words in the wrong order again
[Verse 2]
They walk in a circle through all the sidewalk scenes
They used to be apart of one time
Now, everybody just stares and whispers
Withdrawing now, up and down Division Street
I used to like it here
It just bums me out to remember
[Chorus]
Can't be careful when you're giving advice
Dreaming; you don't even know what you like
[Verse 3]
They draw the curtains, wait for a call
Pretty lucky if they get any kind of response at all
[Chorus]
Can't be careful when you're giving advice
Dreaming; you don't even know what you like
You don't even know what you like