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I've got a number of keys |
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No doors to unlock |
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There's a hole in my wall |
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That lacks the capacity to shock |
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I know we're, looking at something |
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I already seen |
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What started up in my head |
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Ended out in my fingers |
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Now I'm sleepless in bed |
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As the last notes linger |
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In our mystery, that's called "Winning Combination" |
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With 14 pairs, ringing 28 days |
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Feeling every cup left in the hands of the sights |
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I've stayed |
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We're all watching, waiting for the building to crumble |
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And it's hard |
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It seems unnatural the best days |
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Aren't days at all |
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Oh it's not as if your violence in virtue is virtual |
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Or not at all |
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Ahh ahh ahh ahh |
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Oh body of mine |
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Stretch into something to say |
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From layin' around in the dark |
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As your hypnotist waves you towards the throne |
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Legs up in flames |
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Away in some distance |
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You've got a hold of yourself |
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You've got your imagery |
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You've got a grip on your health |
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You've got possibility |
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You're hopin' for less collision in your future |
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Watchin' you moving upward |
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You see me step out of the cold |
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You make a cut with your knife |
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Are you drinking? |
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You'll never get older |
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When your heart starts beating |
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That's when you start needing some real help |
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And it won't be hard |
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It feels so natural, your best days |
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Aren't days at all |
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Oh it's not as if your violence in virtue is virtual, |
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Or not at all |
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Ahh ahh ahh ahh |
