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I took your ankle, tied you to the post |
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I fed you grapes |
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I asked for clemency and cut your throat |
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Held high your name |
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Ground down the coffee beans and lit the match |
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Wrestled the day |
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Chewed at the wristband til it came apart |
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Now I'm awake |
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Back on the ground you're dressing for uni |
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30 years old |
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What the hell am I doing here? |
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You open the door |
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Say, "Age before beauty." |
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Cringe as I pass |
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But I guess it's a story |
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A sneak |
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A rumor I won't believe |
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And somewhere in my past |
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She's laughing, rolling her eyes |
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"Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, alright" |
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Look at the paper til it chokes you up |
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The world won't wait |
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Luxury problems fill your gilded cup |
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You take the bait |
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German girls pass |
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Grouped in teenage disasters |
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Gather you up in their confident laughter |
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Please |
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Don't do this to me |
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The gap from A to B |
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It never felt this wide |
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Yeah yeah, oh well, alright |
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Pinned to your seat |
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Practice circular breathing |
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Look down at the clouds |
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Where you'll be |
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Where you're leaving |
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Between |
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You are always in-between |
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"Sir, if you'd please observe the 'Fasten Seat Belts' sign - |
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Just calm down, you'll be alright." |
