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let's assume you were right, and play the game of charm and strange and satellite, and when we've all had our fun, deflate the stars and put away the sun, and so, we can call it a day, 'cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure, so let's remove any question of cure, 'cause even though you've made it pretty obscure, baby, it's clear, from here, you're losing your atmosphere, from here, you're losing it, so let's assume it was true, 'cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you, and what's the use of defense, the hangers-on are too far gone for evidence, and that one was lost from the first, 'cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure, so let's remove any question of cure, 'cause even though you've made it pretty obscure, baby, it's clear, from here, you're losing your atmosphere, from here, you're losing it, so have it your way, shatever makes the best resume, whatever you can throw in, wash, rinse and spin til it's spun away, okay, but i won't be sticking around, 'cause i'll never prove that my motives were pure, so let's remove any question of cure, 'cause even though you've made it pretty obscure, baby, it's clear, from here, you're losing your atmosphere, from here, you're losing it

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Artist: aimee mann