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Brutal |
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Sometimes I feel that you're a part of me, |
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Although it don't seem real it's how I want it to be |
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But if you can't stay, then I'll understand |
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You're just sawdust in my empty hand |
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If you can't decide I'll still be true |
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Just open wide; I'm here for you |
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And if you think that you've found a gentle sound, |
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Where love breaks down; It's alright. |
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And if you can't overcome what get's you down, |
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Don't get uptight; It's alright. |
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I'm a shallow man in an hollow land |
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On a beaten track under your command |
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And the sound in my head goes round and round |
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Like a drunk on the stairs who just fell down |
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But now it seems like a distant dream |
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When it all lived long |
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Wrong with our love supreme |
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And the sound in my head goes round and round |
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Like a drunk on the stairs who just fell down |
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And if you think that you've found a gentle sound, |
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Where love breaks down; It's alright. |
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And if you can't overcome what get's you down, |
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Don't get uptight; It's alright. |
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It's alright. |
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the sound in my head goes round and round |
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Like a drunk on the stairs who just fell down |
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And if you think that you've found a gentle sound, |
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Where love breaks down; It's alright. |
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And if you can't overcome what get's you down, |
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Don't get uptight; It's alright. |
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It's alright. |
