February 11, 2009
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Snowcone, snowcone, snowcone, pickle
Laughing silently in the middle
You could say four is a plentiful group
But in our minds, it was two and two
White shirt, white shirt, white shirt, black
Making jokes about her mom and smiling back
He's got the laughs, and he keeps them in
A powwow with two boys I don't know
And my best friend
Home, home, home, away
Just as innocent as it was risque
With every silence is a chorus that lingers
We live like kings, grass between our fingers
Assurance, assurance, assurance, doubt
We were each the odd one out

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