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Poor boy |
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Why don't you try getting water? |
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Poor boy |
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Why don't you try getting sleep? |
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I think if one of us is going to suffer |
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Why shouldn't it be me? |
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Poor boy |
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Your wife is in hard labor |
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The rhythm you know |
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Is pulsing and drifting to the grave |
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When you come to |
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You'll be asking yourself just one question |
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Was I always this way? |
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Was I always this way? |
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Think back a year |
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When everything stood at the surface |
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But bandage you cuts 'cause you don't know what swims underneath |
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Hold tight |
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The bondage of this life is slipping |
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Why shouldn't it be me? |
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Why shouldn't it be me? |
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When I come back |
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You'll be the brightest star |
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In the black |
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When there are days |
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That you want the call we're all waiting for |
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Think back |
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Poor boy |
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Your wife is in hard labor |
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Go buy the flowers you'll leave on its grave |
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You went with the goal of movement, |
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Now one thing is different: |
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You don't want to change. |
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I don't want to change |
