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Deep in the hands of another, my brother Had told me to leave, but I didn't believe That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens [Verse 4] The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay Made me feel so alone, so I just went home And scribbled some poem That I know that you'll never read [Chorus] So let me go, I saw you on the river's edge Draggin' on a plastic cigarette With your swim top still wet So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast You hate the smell of real smoke So why'd you always keep me so close

Step 2: Unwrap your filter It won't do you any good wrapped in plastic

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Wenner (Simon & Schuster

But then again, psychology never fails to surprise