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Big bad man's law doesn't carry much sway |
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When you come around here |
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You can still scratch my back |
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And i can still change sides |
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Don't carry no torch 'til you have it in type |
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That i'm doing okay |
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It's only one man's outlook |
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It could be one more lie |
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Look at it closely |
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Counterfeit mostly |
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Yesterdays's brushwork |
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Using yesterdays' paint |
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And everything that i believe |
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And every note that you receive |
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They're just vanities to you |
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Hear that liverpool wind as i'm making my way |
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For the very last time |
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Is this a resurrection? |
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And do you really care? |
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I can't relish no kiss 'til i happen to hear |
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Your honeycomb nouns |
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Let you down so often |
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I'll do the same again |
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Look at it closely |
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Counterfeit mostly |
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Yesterday's stories |
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It's the same all over the world |
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And everything that i believe |
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And every note that you receive |
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They're just vanities to you |
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Busy little bodies have a story to tell |
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Even if it goes against the grain |
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Tiny little seeds have got an ocean to swell |
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But who am i to rock the boat |
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And everything that i believe |
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And every note that you receive |
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Look at it closely |
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Counterfeit mostly |
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Yesterday's brushwork |
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Using yesterday's pain |
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Look at it closely |
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Counterfeit mostly |
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Yesterday's stories |
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It's the same all over the world |
