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Take it away, |
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I've had enough |
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And I should've known better |
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I should've known better |
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Take it away, my head is low |
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Like a burning lantern |
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I should've known better |
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In time my reactions slow |
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All day, running high and low |
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I try to stay distracted |
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But it's calling me in |
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In a bad way, in a nervous tone |
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That I should remember |
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I should've known better |
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In time my reactions slow |
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And I know the reason |
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In time my reactions slow |
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But I've got a reason |
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That I'm regarding |
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This early grave, this early grave |
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As my new garden |
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Take it away, |
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I've had enough |
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And I should've known better |
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I should've known better |
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Take it away, my head is low |
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Like a burning lantern |
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I should've known better |
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In time my reactions slow |
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And I know the reason |
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In time my reactions slow |
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But I've got a reason |
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That I'm regarding |
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This early grave, this early grave |
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As my new garden |
