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There is nothing you could hope to gain |
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By doing this |
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To be here in your arms is like |
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Falling off of a precipice, baby |
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Going down, oh down, right down |
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Oh no, you just can't win |
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There's no sense in suffering |
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As the rocks tumble and the earth slides too |
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This means it's curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
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You must have such a tangled mind |
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Oh, you blow from hot to cold |
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You even like to go out every Saturday night |
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You pale beside the image you hold |
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The lights dim and the circus role |
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Oh, roll on |
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Oh no, you just can't win |
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There's no sense in suffering |
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As the rocks tumble and the earth slides too |
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This means it's curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
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You never really understood me |
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This means curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
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This means curtains for you |
