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It's that old dirty feeling |
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That just will not come clean |
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Like eating digestives |
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After brushing your teeth |
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And it's staining your fingers |
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And it's under your nails |
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It's eating you insides |
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Is it shame? |
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Is it guilt? |
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You can't just run away |
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Run a thousand miles a day' |
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Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again |
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No you can't just run away |
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Run a thousand miles a day |
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Oh come on |
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Shut your mouth and open your eyes |
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It's that soaring sensation |
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That you choose to ignore |
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When you swear that it's over |
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Ah you just want it more |
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And the memories take journeys |
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And the past seems so full |
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But the photos you flick throgh |
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Seem so achingly dull |
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No you can't just run away |
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Run a thousand miles a day' |
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Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again |
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No you can't just run away |
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Run a thousand miles a day |
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Oh come on |
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Shut your mouth and open your eyes |
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You can't just run away |
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Run a thousand miles a day' |
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Cause you've been burning the candle at one end again |
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No you can't just run away |
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Run a thousand miles a day |
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Oh come on |
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Shut your mouth and open your eyes |
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Shut you mouth and |
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Open your eyes |
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Shut you mouth and |
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Open your eyes |
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Shut you mouth and |
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Open your eyes |
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Oh come on |
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Shut your mouth |
