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Razor dragon junkies lie, |
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The bottom of the pool desire, |
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Swim towards the sun. |
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Every day ain't |
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Mothers' Day, |
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And every woman ain't your mum, |
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Sometimes funky isn't fun. |
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And it won't be easy, |
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To become somebody else. |
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But at this particular point in time, |
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I'll hang on to myself. |
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I... I'm swimming towards the sun. |
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And I... I'm not the only one. |
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People throw |
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Forget-Me- |
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Nots, The bullets through the flesh they shot, |
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Tatty with the name. |
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It's harder to forget the hate, |
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When it's the only thing you generate, |
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And it's you |
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I'd like to blame. |
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It will be easy, |
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To blame somebody else. |
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But at this particular point in time, |
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I'd like to take the blame myself. |
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I... I'm swimming towards the sun. |
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And I... I'm not the only one. |
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And I... I'm getting that feeling, |
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For everyone. |
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For everyone. |
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For everyone. |
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For everyone. |
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I... I'm swimming towards the sun. |
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And I... I'm not the only one. |
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And I... I'm getting that feeling. |
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I... I'm swimming towards the sun. |
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And I... I'm not the only one. |
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And I... I'm getting that feeling, |
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For everyone. |
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For everyone. |
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For everyone. |
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For everyone. |
