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Ask me if I burn |
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I'll burn, but not on the outside |
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Ask me if I dream |
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alone with you there beside me |
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The less that you know it seems |
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the further we can go from today |
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Gotta drown myself with doubles of sorrow |
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Give me one more round, I'll be fine |
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Same old story, it's still |
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conscience and consequence |
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'Cause I'll never be that refined |
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So ask me if I know |
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a way to breathe underwater |
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Woah, and ask me if I know |
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a way, a way to be muttered |
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The less that I know it seems |
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the further I can go from today |
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I gotta drown myself with doubles of sorrow |
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Give me one more round, I'll be fine |
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Same old story, it's still |
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conscience and consequence |
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'Cause I'll never be that refined |
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(I'll never be, I'll never be fine) |
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Woah, so ask me if I know |
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a way to breathe under water |
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Gotta drown myself with doubles of sorrow |
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Give me one more round, I'll be fine |
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Same old story, it's still |
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conscience and consequence |
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'Cause I'll never be that refined |
