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Said too much |
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I've run aground |
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My conscience says 'i'm not around' |
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But I'm still looking for it |
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So what's it like |
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Does it make you pleased?? |
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Now I'm diseased |
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I'm never eased |
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But I'm still looking for it |
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Who needs enemies |
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Whn you've got friends like these |
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Caught between me & myself again |
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So what's it like to rescue minds |
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I hear it pays...you satisfied?? |
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Well I'm still looking for it |
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And many meet, between the sheets |
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I hear it's clean, I hear it's free |
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But I'm still looking for it |
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I don't need a reason |
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A reason to believe you |
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Am I alone this time |
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I don't |
