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In between the thinking and the saying |
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Threw away what i can't believe |
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Tell me how you lose this feeling |
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All moods have been dealt and played |
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Tell me how you lose this feeling |
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All hands have been cut and waved |
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I have always been your vegetable |
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And you my Swedenborg |
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I would drop myself through black holes |
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To end up at your door |
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There's no one else to get hung about |
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And there's nothing else makes you twist |
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You set yourself up |
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The lightning bolt hit |
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You watched yourself change |
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And no one's left to blame |
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The helicopter's spotlight shaking |
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Hungry orson on the make |
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The less you put yourself in |
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The less you feel so fake |
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Suddenly i'm alright |
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And it's time for you to go |
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You set yourself up |
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The lightning bolt hit |
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You let yourself change |
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Now everyone's to blame |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
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And the gulf sign split the screen up |
