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[ti:Deer In Headlights] |
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[ar:Dylan Mondegreen] |
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[al:] |
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The mockingbird sings her last lullaby |
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of a million laments, you should all cry. |
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Say goodbye to moral laws, |
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filled with pointless anecdotes. |
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There are countless wannabes within these walls. |
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Over plans into exploit, |
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from faint distant hopes, |
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so nothing here can be of any use. |
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The night is full of standards, |
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all different but all the same. |
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of whom we'll not to say. |
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Who's unique anyway. |
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I went here open-minded. |
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I came here in bone of fire. |
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They steer in the one direction. |
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I can simply jump aside. |
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But I'm caught like a deer, |
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caught like a deer in headlights. |
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I don't really have to stay in this place. |
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I know it for a while. I should be on my way. |
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Say goodbye to moral laws. |
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filled with pointless anecdotes. |
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There are countless wannabes within these walls. |
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Over plans into exploit, |
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from faint distant hopes, |
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so nothing here can be of any use. |
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The night is full of standards, |
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all different but all the same, |
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of whom we'll not to say. |
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Who's unique anyway. |
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I went here open-minded. |
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I came here in good faith. |
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They steer in one direction |
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I could go the other way. |
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But I'm caught like a deer, |
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caught like a deer in headlights. |