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Once a question of degree |
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Now circumstances corner me |
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Demanding my attention |
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Leaving little choice |
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Posing several questions |
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Distilling in one voice |
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Confusion not in words |
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I didn't want a problem |
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I didn't simply fall out |
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I was thrown at great speed |
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From a passing car |
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I didn't touch the ground |
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Till I landed at your door |
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Oh don't touch my luggage |
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I can easily manage |
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To struggle inside |
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I hide my shaking |
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Thus protect my pride |
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I can surely manage |
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To tremble inside |
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Gathering myself |
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And spreading it around |
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Rivers are submerging |
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Flowing underground |
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I can surely manage |
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To struggle inside |
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Can I really manage |
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To survive outside? |
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Can I really manage |
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To survive outside? |
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Can I? |
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Can I? |
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Can I? |
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Can I? |
