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Don't want to lead a revolution |
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Let another go ahead |
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Don't have no need for elocution |
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No desire to raise the dead |
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You can't avoid the circulation |
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Amend the circumstance |
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Don't want to lose the combination |
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Still want to hold it in my hands |
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Can't see around this tunnel vision |
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From inside of what I've found |
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When I was wracked with indecision |
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When my hide was hunted down |
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Under a moon of innovation |
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A many-splendoured thing |
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I need the company I'm keeping |
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And I feel the hunger |
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Something happened inside and I can't explain it |
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I'm in a critical way |
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When I didn't believe it I couldn't see |
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Now I live a life in a day |
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All at once she is gone again when I turn back |
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Cracking up, more than I can take |
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Make it come right |
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And I'm dead on my feet, hesitating and down |
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In a dangerous mood where I shouldn't remain |
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Straighter than an arrow never-ending emotional ride |
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(Raining from the harder sky) |
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Waiting for survival, are there no words left to right? |
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Don't want them anymore |
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And now something I couldn't hide has happened inside |
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And taken the meaning away |
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When I didn't give in I couldn't begin |
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Now I live a life in a day |
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Something happened inside and I can't explain it |
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I'm in a critical way |
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When I didn't believe it I couldn't see |
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Now I live a primitive life in a day |
