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Outdoor

invited, as I'm afraid of heights I lied about being the outdoor type Never learned to swim, can't grow a beard, or even fight I lied about being the outdoor

Outdoors Outdoors Action starves the cold It's where I've made my bed Outdoors Outdoors Action starves the cold It's where I've made my bed Indoors

Randall - Danimar) Vejo o brilho da lua Vejo nos raios de sol Ta nas calcadas, nas ruas E nos lugares que eu vou Vejo pichado nos muros E no outdoor

Evened it out all along sailing outdoors By the sun came through the shore now I'll lie in-doors for a long day lean on the ocean burn all the skies

's all in the timing It's finally again my turn It's time to return Cause I won't stay inside No more no more I cannot wait to go outdoors Mmmhmmhmmhmm

( originally by wire; written by lewis/newman ) No blind spots in the leopard's eyes Could ever hope to jeopardize The lives of lambs The shepherd cries

my hands Now I do my drinking from bamboo straws Constantly kicking at tarantulas What was I thinking, move to Baltimore? Oh yeah, the great outdoors

No blind spots in leopards' eyes Can only help to jeopardise The lives of lambs, the shepherd cries. An outdoor life For a silver fish. Eternal dust,

Outside in the rain Amongst those outdoor sounds I know you feel no pain Underneath that ground I feel my body wane As my head lays down Upon your hard