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F stop Blues |
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Jack Johnson |
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胖媛儿 |
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Hermit crabs and cowry shells |
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Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you |
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He′s waving at you |
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Lift him up to see what you can see |
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He begins his focusing |
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He′s aiming at you |
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And now he has cutaways from memories |
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And close-ups of anything that |
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He has seen or even dreamed |
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And now he′s finished focusing |
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He′s imagining lightning |
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Striking sea sickness |
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Away from here |
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Look who′s laughing now that you′ve wasted |
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How many years and you′ve barely even tasted |
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Anything remotely close to |
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Everything you′ve boasted about |
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Look who′s crying now |
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Driftwood floats， after years of erosion |
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Incoming tide touches roots to expose them， |
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Quicksand steals my shoe， |
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Clouds bring the f-stop blues |
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Look who′s laughing now that you′ve wasted |
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How many years and you′ve barely even tasted |
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Anything remotely close to |
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Everything you′ve boasted about |
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Look who′s crying now |
