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Someone is pushing
All the wrong buttons
I swear I see you better with these 3-D glasses
I'm standing on the corner
You're polishing your locket
You light a smoke and wander off to God knows where
It's getting to the time
We're coming to that moment
Where you brush your hair across your face and tell me it's an earthquake
I'm staring at your neck
You're reading out of Hemingway
I swear I see you better with these 3-D glasses on
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