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if you're looking for a good thing |
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if you're looking for a clean heart |
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looking over this way |
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is not a very good start |
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been hanging on an old line |
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been living in a fixed time |
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been sticking to the same moves |
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and now i'm busted broken fogotten |
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old and worn and used |
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it's ok i know it now |
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and there's nothing like the truth |
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in anything that i can still do |
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in anything that i can still be |
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if there's a part of me that's still true |
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it's trying to promise what i cannot prove |
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so in the daylight you will see me |
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as not a definite or real thing |
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just as a shadow left to shifting |
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now that i'm busted broken forgotten |
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lost beyond all use |
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it's ok i know it now |
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and there's nothing like it |
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false signs and faulty lines well they may be excused |
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but how will time forgive me all the damage that they'll do? |
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so baby i'm leaving yeah i'm packing up and moving away |
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you'll never see me the broken boy is leavin' today |
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and you'll never find me from the the pieces scattered all along the way |
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cause they're bound to fade |
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now that i'm busted broken fogotten |
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lost beyond all use |
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it's ok i know it now |
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and there's nothing like the truth |