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Something about me stinks. |
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Something about me smells. |
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I don't want that to be, how you remember me. |
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Something about me stinks. |
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If I was not so strange. |
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If I can only change. |
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I wouldn't be so far, from standing where you are. |
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If I was not so strange. |
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Every way I look is south. |
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Every way I look is south. |
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If I could clear my vision now, I could hear you nice and loud |
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Every way I look is south |
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Something about me's weak. |
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If I could only tweak |
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Myself from the inside out, I could turn my life around |
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If I was not so weak. |
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It doesn't have to be the only way to common ground. |
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The absence was an option only waiting to be found |
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But the further that I float along, the sooner I could sink |
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And in the end it only matters if you feel that you could think of me the same. |
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Every way I look is south. |
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Every way I look is south. |
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If I could clear my vision now, I could hear you nice and loud |
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Every way I look is south |
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Something about me stinks. |
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Something about me smells. |
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I don't want that to be, how you remember me. |
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Something about me stinks. |
