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I like walking in the park |
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When it gets late at night |
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I move round in the dark |
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And leave when it gets light |
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I sit around by day |
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Tied up in chains so tight |
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These crazy words of mine |
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So wrong they could be right |
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What do i get out of this |
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I always try, i always miss |
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One of these days you'll go back to your home |
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You won't even notice that you are alone |
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One of these days when you sit by yourself |
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You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else |
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In the end you will submit |
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It's got to hurt you a little bit |
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I like talking in my sleep |
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When people work so hard |
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They need what they can keep |
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A choice that leaves them scarred |
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A view without a room |
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Unveils the truth so soon |
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And when the sun goes down |
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You've lost what you had found |
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What do i get out of this |
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I always try, i always miss |
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One of these days you'll go back to your home |
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You won't even notice that you are alone |
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One of these days when you sit by yourself |
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You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else |
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In the end you will submit |
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It's got to hurt you a little bit |
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What do i get out of this |
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I always try, i always miss |
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One of these days you'll go back to your home |
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You won't even notice that you are alone |
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One of these days when you sit by yourself |
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You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else |
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In the end you will submit |
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It's got to hurt you a little bit |
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What do i get out of this |
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I always try, i always miss |
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One of these days you'll go back to your home |
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You won't even notice that you are alone |
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One of these days when you sit by yourself |
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You'll realise you can't shaft without someone else |
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In the end you will submit |
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It's got to hurt you a little bit |
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What do i get out of this |
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I always try, i always miss |
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One of these days you'll go back to your home |
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You won't even notice that you are alone |