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I have spent my life trying to understand |
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Just how my life lets aware who I am |
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But it leaves a bitter taste |
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And feels like such a waste |
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I am so totally vague |
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Betray the dark line, see if I care |
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I loved you when I was young |
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But no more |
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So burn down the fireman's fair |
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Memory plays its tricks on me |
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In my mind's eye, I claim to see |
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I'm losing every race I run |
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Making misery out of fun |
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So bulldoze the new road they're driving |
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Slash the beanbag chair |
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You held me for so very long |
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But no more |
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So burn down the fireman's fair |
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How many type of things do we think we need? |
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But that doesn't make them true |
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I'm a little afraid I'm falling far and free |
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I'll leave that up to you |
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That's up to you |
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So won't you find me totally vague |
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A drain has died, see if I care |
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I loved you when I was young |
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But no more |
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So burn down the fireman's fair |
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Fireman's fair |
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Burn down the fireman's fair |
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Fireman's fair |
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Burn down the fireman's fair |
