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When you came around |
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It was a bit too late |
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Yeah, a bit too late |
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I was I'm able to fake |
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That the finest aft in my soul wasn't ruined |
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Oh 'cause it was ruined |
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By times so cruel and |
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Was I suggest: Just walk over me |
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Yeah I'm used to keeping my |
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Face down low |
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Keep my face down low |
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I've never used a bow and |
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My tangled hair needs no comb |
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No it needs no comb |
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I may look like a bum but |
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I don't think you could get much lower than me |
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And I'm wondering about |
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Why you came to hang around |
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I'm sorry to say that I'm a bit too wake |
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Yeah a bit too weak |
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To play hide and seek, boy |
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I'm sorry to say that I'm bit too blind |
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Yeah, bit too blind to ever find |
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You and your love all over me |
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People accuse me that I'm a mess |
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Yeah, that I'm a mess |
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I know I should see them less |
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And my father taught me to take what's mine |
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Yeah, to take what's mine |
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I never share my wine |
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And apples really don't fall too far... |
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And I'm still wondering |
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What it is you could want from me |
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I'm sorry to say that I'm a bit too wake |
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Yeah a bit too weak |
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To play hide and seek, boy |
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I'm sorry to say that I'm bit too blind |
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Yeah, bit too blind to ever find |
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You and your love all over me |
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And you're asking me to go |
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With you to your Lollipop City |
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Oh, but you know... |
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I'd ready got a fake with my bittersweet honey |
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Called self pity |
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I'm sorry to say that I'm a bit too wake |
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Yeah a bit too weak |
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To play hide and seek, boy |
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I'm sorry to say that I'm bit too blind |
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Yeah, bit too blind to ever find |
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You and your love all over me |
