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Not for the first time |
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Blood on the gym floor |
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Arcs like a rainbow round |
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Not so appalling |
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To wring my own neck |
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Names on the gauze; absent |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords, muscle memory |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords, muscle memory |
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Wisdom |
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Is clumsy |
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Enlightened |
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By stereo evangelists listen |
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To decode |
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So badly |
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The meanings in allegory |
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Take what seems to get you down |
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And follow misinterpretations |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords, muscle memory |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords, muscle memory |
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Gracious |
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But casual |
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Hang on |
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To every word transmitted from playlists |
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And albums |
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Just knowing |
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The fawning is just secondary |
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Left inhibitions at the door |
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Regrets are met with open arms |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords |
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Play along |
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Muscle memory |
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You'd like me better if I liked you less |
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Clumsy |
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And awkward |
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In public |
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You spill around in stationary motion |
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Seasick |
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From speaking |
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The morals of your influence |
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Limbs cast fondly to the sea |
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Remember who you used to be? |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords, muscle memory |
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Play along |
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'Cause I know the chords, muscle memory |
