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Turned 'round 6 o'clock and |
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I'm still sleepin' |
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I don't have to work on |
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Saturday but |
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I do anyway' |
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Round the corner right on up to the shop |
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I come creeping but it don't matter anyway' |
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Cause I know it's just as well |
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And even so |
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I feel like hell |
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You can say that it's alright |
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But I am wrapped up tight |
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And I can see the forest through the trees |
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I am on my knees |
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I don't know if |
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I am supposed to stay |
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Or I'm supposed to leave it all behind |
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The door, the world outside still spins |
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Waiting there behind the door but |
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I won't let it in |
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Not today, not tomorrow, not next week |
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You're just gonna have to pay five bucks to see the geek' |
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Cause I know it's just as well |
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And even so |
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I feel like hell |
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You can say that it's alright |
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But I am wrapped up tight |
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And I can see the forest through the trees |
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I am on my knees |
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I don't know if |
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I am supposed to stay |
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Or I'm supposed to leave |
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Please, pay your attention high above the center ring |
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Up in the rafters, 500 feet above the crowd |
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My hair is soaked in kerosene |
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My clothes are wet with gasoline |
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You only get to see this once |
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The human torch is going down |
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Going down, going down, going down |
