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They ask you why |
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You've never tried |
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They let you win |
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And make you ill |
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They let you spend |
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Like one of them |
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They make you choose |
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Your way to lose |
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They make you pay |
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To the last day |
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They make you weep |
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Till you can't sleep |
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They make you cry |
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Before we die |
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They let you know when it's time to go |
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I don't feel empty |
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I own you nothing |
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If you alleviate my conscience |
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I will try to assume vanity |
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And if you tolerate my dissidence |
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I will drink to my futility |
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And then to you maybe |
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And then to you maybe |
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And then |
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I don't feel empty |
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I own you nothing |
