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So many times, so many times |
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Complete the crime, complete the stories |
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I should have known this inner feeling |
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Is all about these messy people |
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Grant his pardon and be forgotten |
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Show the true blue and cut your arm off |
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Cut your arm off |
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Follow me and shed your stories |
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Follow me and strike the worries |
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Follow me and show the reason |
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For this infernal competition |
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Follow me and spread the word of |
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All the people who go unheard |
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So many times, so many times |
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A thousand heads, they talk in rhyme |
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The useless words commit more crime [more crime] |
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A case of mindless intuition |
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A case of finding inner vision |
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I drop a bomb, you drive a car |
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And when we crack, we crack so hard |
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The nurses come to hear our stories |
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These flowers talk, my flowers talk |
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And so these people take what is mine |
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You hit hard, you hit hit hard [???] |
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So many times |
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I've swallowed hole |
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So many times, so many times |
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You hit hard, you hit hit hard |
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I hear you walk, you shimmer down |
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This funny feeling is called a sound |
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This is no time for heavy breathing |
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You hit hard, you hit hit hard |
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And so it says and so it comes |
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I fumble down and crumble over |
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And finger through this dreaded number |
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Don't play around with shaded fevers |
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My persons lost into forever |
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The sound of music and lighted gardens |
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A fire's burning but not in my home |
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Not in my home, not in my home |
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The same song, the same old song |
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The same song, the same old song [x2] |
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I'm just searching for the heart of stone |
