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Seems like |
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I'll never find |
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My peace of mind |
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I must be blind |
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To not see in front of me |
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My self-inflicted warning signs |
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And even though |
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I pay my sins |
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With blood and sweat and jugs of wine |
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No matter how much |
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I give I owe, |
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I owe, I owe, |
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I owe Save me |
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But pay the toll |
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Not far to go |
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Just like |
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Josef K. Don't seem to know just what |
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I owe This aching pleasure to be |
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Weighed upon my aching soul |
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And on these two bare feet |
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I'm made to walk that hundredth mile |
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To blister in the sun of |
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My trial, my trial, my trial, my trial |
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Save me But pay the toll |
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Not far to go |
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Save me But pay the toll |
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Not far to go |
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All I owe |
