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Sometimes it's better not to know, |
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Holding on to something when you should just let go. |
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True words, spoken in a dream, |
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Swimming to the surface like a last breath, last scream. |
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Push, pull, hurry up and stall, |
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Would you give a little if you can't give it all? |
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Ten years of picking at a seam, |
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Trying to wake the kid, messing up my wet dream. |
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Hey kid, rock and roll, a bulls eye's hung on your soul. |
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I wish I knew a sure simple way to reach you. |
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I'd be the king if |
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I could say to you, "Cut the baby in two", the baby in two. |
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True words spoken in a dream |
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Swimming to the surface like a last breath, last scream. |
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Sometimes it's better not to know, |
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Holding on to nothing when you should just let go. |
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Hey kid, rock and roll, a bulls eye's hung on your soul. |
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I wish I knew a sure simple way to reach you. |
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I'd be the king if |
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I could say to you, "Cut the baby in two", the baby in two |
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Sometimes this sweet life feels like |
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It's never been as bad as it is tomorrow. |
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All right, you can cry, |
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Living with the price of a world of sorrow. |
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I wish I knew a sure simple way to reach you. |
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I'd be the king if |
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I could say to you, "Cut the baby in two", the baby in two... |
