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When she goes, she's gone. |
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If she stays, she stays here. |
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The girl does what she wants to do. |
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She knows what she wants to do. |
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And I know |
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I'm fakin' it, |
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I'm not really makin' it. |
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I'm such a dubious soul, |
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And a walk in the garden |
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Wears me down. |
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Tangled in the fallen vines, |
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Pickin' up the punch lines, |
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I've just been fakin' it, |
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Not really makin' it. |
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Is there any danger? |
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No, no, not really. |
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Just lean on me. |
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Takin' time to treat |
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Your friendly neighbors honestly. |
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I've just been fakin' it, |
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I'm not really makin' it. |
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This feeling of fakin' it-- |
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I still haven't shaken it. |
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Prior to this lifetime |
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I surely was a tailor, look at me... ("Good morning, Mr. Leitch. Have you had a busy day?") |
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I own the tailor's face and hands. |
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I am the tailor's face and hands and |
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I know I'm fakin' it, |
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I'm not really makin' it. |
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This feeling of fakin' it-- |
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I still haven't shaken it. |
