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Sometimes the people that you meet in your life can seem
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Just like characters that populate some quiet childhood dream.
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it's so easy to get caught up in just one poetic line, 
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While the Parsons have their cross to bare, 
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I know I've got mine.

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And it's a quiet night in Silver Lake, all the people crowd this scene.
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Well they look so much like cardboard cut-outs placed upon a screen, 
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And I feel this sinking feeling as Missy grabs my hand, 
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And we lose ourselves in the harmonies, the white-robed beauty of this band.

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(Aaaahh Ooooohhh...)

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And the singers all cry as she whispers in my ear, 
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and I stare down at the ground, holding tightly to my beer, 
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Do you feel the strain between us, yeah I know I feel it too, 
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And I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson Redheads do.
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I wish I believed in anything as much as the Parson Redheads do.