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We believe there's something here worth dying for |
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Uniforms are old but we're still try some more |
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I'd probably be wrong if I was right |
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The breeze it sees from all consideration |
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Turmoil stands like old rubber bands, un-breaking |
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Anything worth mentioning, need not be too polite |
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We won't mind |
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I've seen much bigger, more than me |
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Your will be done, I'm not the only one |
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This task it seems a backwards path |
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When things are said in context |
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Big enough to wrap in boxes |
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The things we'd say aren't easy to replace |
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Be brief if you're unsure |
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That's much braver than before |
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So what's your point? |
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Who's the next you will anoint? |
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There's nowhere to transcend to |
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If we've got no ears to lend you |
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I hate to say it, you're no replacement |
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Excuse you cannot buy |
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It seems so aimless, just short and painless |
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The truth you cannot hide |
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The trouble measures, there's something better |
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There's one more word to try |
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I hate to say it, you're no replacement |
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I'm never good at lies |
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Never good with liars |
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Never good with lies |
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I'm never good with lies |
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Had you thought about it? |
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Could you live without it? |
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'Cause it's all about you in the end |
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And it's so elaborate |
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But you never had it |
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And you cannot grab it |
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If you try |
