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Now, I can't behave |
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I feel it in my feet on the streets |
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But don't you know? |
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There's something I can feel when I breathe |
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I told you once |
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You're breaking into separate parts |
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But don't you know? |
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It's something that I can't live without |
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And if somebody's going to make it |
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then this somebody ought to be you |
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And I keep telling my reflection |
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Ambitions are already starting to fade |
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I can't tolerate |
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The feelings that I feel when I feel |
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But don't you know? |
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Some feelings never seem to let go |
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Like a silverblade |
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I cut my way out of control |
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But don't you know? |
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Some blades will cut you right to the bone |
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And if somebody's going to make it |
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then this somebody ought to be you |
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And if somebody's going to fake it |
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then this somebody, somebody is you |
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If it's me that was going to take it |
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then I know that it wouldn't be straight |
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And I keep telling my reflection |
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Ambitions are already starting to fade |
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I Can't tolerate... |
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(Can't tolerate) |
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I Can't tolerate... |
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(Can't tolerate) |
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And if somebody's going to make it |
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then this somebody ought to be you |
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And if somebody's going to fake it |
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then this somebody, somebody is you |
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If it's me that was going to take it |
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then I know that it wouldn't be straight |
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And I keep telling my reflection |
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Ambitions are already starting to fade |
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And I keep telling my reflection |
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Ambitions are already starting to fade |
