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Hanging Around |
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I wonder what it's like |
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seeing through your eyes |
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You've offered me to have a try |
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but I was always late |
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The filters that I use |
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give me an excuse |
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I take away what's real |
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I feel it and it blows my fuse |
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I hang around |
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for another round |
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I'm hanging around |
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for another round |
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I'm hanging on |
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to the same old song |
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I hang around |
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for another round |
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Until something stops me |
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I wonder what it's like |
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walking by your side |
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To think before I talk |
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and to move at the same speed as you walk |
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I want to have a weight |
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to keep me in your state |
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I'm watching from above |
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I love it but it's not for me |
