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Lost my count at twenty-one or so |
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Sidetracked by the fork before my toes |
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All I'd learned and all I'd ever known |
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Couldn't bear the distance left to go |
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But you know what they mean |
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Cause you're so in between |
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How can anybody be on your side. |
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Lost my faith in piles of broken bones |
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Of my kind, though never of my own |
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Tried to draw a line, so I would know |
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What to bury, what to hide below |
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But you know what they mean |
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Cause you're so in between |
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How can anybody be on your side. |
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And now, |
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What's the verdict, what's the verdict, |
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What's the verdict now... now... |
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What's the verdict, what's the verdict, |
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What's the verdict now... now... |
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'Cause you know what they mean |
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You've been so in between |
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How can anybody be on your side. |
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Yeah, you know what they mean |
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You've been so in between |
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How can anybody be on your side. |
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What's the verdict, what's the verdict, |
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What's the verdict |
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What's the verdict now... |
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What's the verdict, what's the verdict, |
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What's the verdict |
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What's the verdict now... |
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Oh now... |