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As it sharpens and it's shimmering |
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Every cut, a song |
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All the inner voices whispering |
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Say I've done it wrong |
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I got mine to say, let it go when it dies |
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As the pressure starts to escalate |
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Be your father found |
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Lack the patience when |
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I'm desperate |
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Never make a sound |
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I got mine to say, let it go when it dies |
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You don't have a thing less |
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A little magic, little mystery |
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Never did no harm |
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I ain't talkin' if you twisted me |
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You could break my arm |
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I got mine to say, let it go when it dies |
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You don't have a thing less |
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I got through a ways, |
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I can tell when it dies |
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I know how to take it |
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Better days, you bet on these |
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The company that you keep |
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Better days, you bet on these |
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The company that you keep |
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Better days, you bet on these |
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The company that you keep |
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Better days, you bet on these |
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The company that you keep |
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Better days, you bet on these |
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The company that you keep |
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Better days, you bet on these |
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The company that you keep |
