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In those days, when my hands were tied |
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And thinkin' was suicide |
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Close your eyes, you'd be petrified |
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So I bought myself a ticket |
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Back where I belonged in those days |
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Back where I belonged in those days |
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See a guy like that walking down the street |
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You'd nearly leave your skin |
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He's proud to say he's got his wits about him |
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Take a look at the shape you're in |
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All the faith you've got left is in your medicine |
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So open up wide and swallow that pride |
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And long for a comfort the world won't provide |
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Adrift on the oceans of doubt in your soul |
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Consumed by the tide, you're swallowed up whole |
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(?) Would've told me so |
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'Cause I didn't put up much of a fight in those days |
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I didn't put up too much of a fight in those days |
