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I was hanging from my one last thread of of hope |
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I was swinging from a lonely little rope |
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Made from my apathy |
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Grieve on Zevon, war and peace |
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I was waiting for my turn to crash and burn |
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I was past the point of no return |
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Alone upon the shelf |
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Feeling sorry for myself |
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Probably should of never dreamed out loud |
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Probably should of never stood out from the crowd |
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My head up in the clouds |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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I'm tired of hanging in and holding on |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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Now it won't be long cause I am moving on |
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Now I'm floating way above the atmosphere |
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Now a constellation suddenly appeared |
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Misery where art thou |
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Houston there's solutions now |
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All along it was there inside my soul |
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All obsessed with things I can't control |
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In all that bleak despair |
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I found it simply smiling there |
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Probably should of stayed here on the ground |
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Probably should of stayed here in this magnet town |
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But then I heard the sound |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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I'm tired of hanging in and holding on |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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Now it won't be long cause I am moving on |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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I'm tired of hanging in and holding on |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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I'm tired of hanging in and holding on |
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My center of gravity is gone |
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Now it won't be long cause I am moving on |
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Whoa whoa whoa |
