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Call on the fates, this'll take a second |
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While I fall on my face, like everyone else |
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And we can talk all we want but all I can say |
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Is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry but I'm never gonna do it again |
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Counting on my relative friends |
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When this keeps coming up again and again |
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If everybody knows how it's gonna end |
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Why doesn't someone stop me? |
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Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor |
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For the sixth or seventh night in a row |
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I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes |
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Someone stop me |
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It's hard to rely on the rhythm section |
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When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit |
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Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion |
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Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action |
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How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? |
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How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? |
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How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? |
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How am I supposed to know what makes this happen? |
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I'm counting on my relative friends |
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'Cause this keeps coming up again and again |
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If everybody knows how it's gonna end |
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Why doesn't someone stop me? |
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Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor |
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For the sixth or seventh night in a row |
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I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes |
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Someone stop me |
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I can't keep counting on my relative friends |
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'Cause this keeps coming up again and again |
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If everybody knows how it's gonna end |
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Why doesn't someone stop me? |
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Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor |
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For the sixth or seventh night in a row |
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I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes |
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Someone stop me |
