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Real me in |
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I'm about to give it a rest |
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I was always steps behind |
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Drop another lines out through and they'll hang me out to dry |
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I'm trying to picture your house |
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I want to be there every night |
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Feeling kind of depressed |
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But the trade is days behind, anyway |
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They put you in the New York Times |
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But your room-mates tore it up |
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It's no reflection on you or other people |
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They just despise and hate your guts |
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You got everything and more |
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You got everything and more |
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You been everywhere and more |
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You got everything and more |
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I do without |
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Nothing but I dream about it |
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How long have I been dreaming about you? |
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I'll never know |
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I think I'll dream about nothing any more |
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Calculations at mid-may |
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Step into no-man's land |
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There's been some miscalculations |
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There's no room left to stand |
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Calculations at mid-may |
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Step into no-man's land |
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There's been some miscalculation |
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There's no where here for you to stand |
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Flipped up the tail lights wagging, flagged me from (??) |
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Read my own Miranda Rights and my face (??) in the dirt |
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One very last night of your life just shut it down just hit delete |
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Crowd sourced from the great beyond 'cause there's no chance you'll compete |
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You got everything and more |
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You got everything and more |
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I'll do without |
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Without, without, without |
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Calculations at mid-may |
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Step into no-man's land |
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So many thousands of people |
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There's nowhere left to stand |
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Calculations at mid-may |
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Step into no-man's land |
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There's been some miscalculations |
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There's no where left for you to stand |
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Calculations at mid-may |
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Step into no-man's land |
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There's been some miscalculation |
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There's no where left here for you to stand |
