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I am the guarded line, |
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And you fill me in with whatever you like. |
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I am just going through the motions. |
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I need an old fashioned potion. |
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There has gotta be some old recipe. ' |
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Cuz I gotta get drunk, |
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I gotta forget about somethings. |
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I lived in lies all my life, |
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And I've been living here for a long, long time, |
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And I know its been coming down a while now, |
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When it shows, then you get me on the dial, |
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But right now you're half way around the world, |
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Maybe I'll see better days, but |
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I'm not so sure |
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I will. I'm still hanging round and round. |
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Sometimes it's a racket, but lately not a sound. |
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In the bowels of history and time, |
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I have learned to stay back and never shine. |
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Now I feel stupid when |
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I smile. For not a journey, a circus are our lives. |
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I can't make up for everything |
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I waste, And |
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I know that |
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I could never afford a taste, |
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Of anything that your lovely hands make, |
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It eats away before the soul brake. |
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Just because it brings a smile to my face, |
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Such a bad memory, you just can't erase. |
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I know of a |
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City to steal from, |
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And I know of a |
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City to cheat on, |
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And I know of a |
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City of Sin, |
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And that's the place |
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I wanna meet you in, |
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And say hello all over again, |
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Romance me and take it back to the beginning. |