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I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head |
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I'm seein' many colors but |
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The only one that's coming through is red |
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And it's stoppin' me dead tryin' to make some tracks |
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But my feet are feeling like lead |
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Stop being bled, stop being lead |
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Oh, my things aren't the same |
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Anyone could see that |
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If I stayed much longer, |
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I'd be tamed |
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We stopped playing games |
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I'm not pointing fingers |
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But I'm not gonna take the blame |
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Playin' all your games, taking all your blames |
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I said oh, no, |
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I don't even care |
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I guess I'll be seein' you |
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I guess I'll be leaving you today |
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We're just not a pair |
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I know you've been trying |
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But I just can't bear to tell a lie |
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Stop tellin' me all your lies |
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Stop tellin' me all your lies |
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Let me take you by the hand |
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Try to understand, walk me to a land |
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Try to understand |
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But I ain't nothing but a man |
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I've got a sandstorm blowin' in my head |
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I'm seein' many colors but |
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The only one that's coming through is red |
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You know how we feel, we can't go on pretending |
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And we've just got to fix the deal |
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Gotta make it real, gotta make it real |