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Here it comes* |
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The unavoidable sun weighs my head, |
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And what the hell have I done, |
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And you know, |
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I don't remember a thing |
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I don't remember |
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A thing |
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So I'm done, |
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Am I placating the notes? |
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Should I fault |
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Cut off my tongue |
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So you say |
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Apparently I'm digging it in |
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I can't feel |
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A thing |
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[A thing, a thing, a thing, a thing] |
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And you've won |
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So I go bury my head |
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In the ground |
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Yet I won't lose what I said |
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In the sound of the words and the note that it brings |
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No I can't feel |
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A thing |
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Here it comes |
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The unavoidable sun |
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Of what's just happened |
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And what's been done |
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And you know |
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I don't remember a thing |
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I don't remember |
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A thing |
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But it keeps on coming and I stop |
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But it keeps on coming and I just stand still |
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But it keeps on coming and I stop moving |
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[But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming] |
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But it keeps on coming and I stop |
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And it keeps on coming and I just stand still |
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[But it keeps coming, it keeps coming, it keeps coming] |
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But it keeps on coming and I stop |
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And it keeps on coming and I just stand still |
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But it keeps coming and I just stop |
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So I stop running and I just stop |
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But it keeps on coming and I just stop moving |
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But it keeps on coming and it keeps on coming so I just stand still |
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But it keeps on coming and I just stand still |
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And I run, and I run, and I run, and I run. |