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Let me slide in your direction, let me poke you full of holes |
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Let me mimic your reflections, let me strike up all your poses |
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Let me curse you with my sickness, let me cure you with my love |
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Add my randomness and chaos to the things that you're sure of |
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Oh, who do I think that I'm foolin' |
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With my weed and wine and lagavulin |
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It'll never come out right |
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When I get with you tonight |
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And I wonder what the hell it is I'm doin' |
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Let me show you what I'm good for, let me find out what you're not |
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Let me piece it all together from the things that I forgot |
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Let me hold on to this picture that you cut yourself out of |
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Let me paste a perfect copy on the track marks of our love |
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Oh, maybe I'll be alright |
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Oh, who do I think that I'm foolin' |
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With my weed and wine and lagavulin |
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It'll never come out right |
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When I get with you tonight |
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And I wonder what the hell it is I'm doin' |
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Oh, please snap out of it, just snap out of it |
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Please step out of it, just walk away from it |
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Please snap out of it, just snap out of it |
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Please walk away, you're not fooling anyone |
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They're chokin' on the details and there's screaming everywhere |
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Til the blown out voices whisper maybe you're not even there |
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Oh, maybe I'll be okay |
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But in an hour or so I won't know what to say |
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Oh, who do I think that I'm foolin' |
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With my weed and wine and lagavulin |
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It'll never turn out right |
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When I get with you tonight |
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And I wonder what the hell it is I'm doin' |
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Oh, who do I think that I'm foolin' |
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And I wonder what the hell it is I'm doin' |
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Oh, who do I think that I'm foolin' |
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And I wonder what the hell it is I'm doin' |