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Look at your face |
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It's so fortunately arranged |
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Don't look back |
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I can assure you that you won't like what you see |
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You step on my dreams |
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I could whisper |
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You intrude on me |
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I could whisper |
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You close in and |
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I'm so uneasy |
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Hotel rooms, sweet dreams |
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Like slot machines that call it ' |
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Love love' |
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A coin in the hole |
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You young things never stay young for longe |
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This edge in my voice |
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But there's really nothing much to say |
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My conscience mends |
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I suppose it all meant something to you. |
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You step on my dreams |
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I could whisper |
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You intrude on me |
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I could whisper |
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You close in and |
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I'm so uneasy |
