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Love she sees apart from me, possessed behind the eyes |
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Apart from frightening, the moaning and biting, seems to be a nice guy |
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And I know what she thinks when she looks at me, when she looks with such despair |
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You're not the only one around here who needs a bit of fresh air |
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Cos i'm a sad sack, post teen, could have been a love machine, no dream, concrete, walking like a zombie |
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Like a zombie |
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And i'm a coal train, fast lane, caught up in a dirty rain, no pain, no gain, working like a zombie |
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Like a zombie |
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Well this old place here, man it's falling apart |
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She's on the road as she goes, but she won't get far |
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I'm on a show to parole to the toad in a hole |
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I've gotta grow some roots, gotta prop up the bar |
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I've got bloodshot eyes and there's blood in my teeth |
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I've got a ripped up jacket and a friend who's a thief |
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Well I'm a coughing out my mouth, trying to pull it out |
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But the fire inside keeps burning, burning out |
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Cos i'm a sad sack, post teen, could have been a love machine, no dream, concrete, walking like a zombie |
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Like a zombie |
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And i'm a coal train, fast lane, caught up in a dirty rain, no pain, no gain, working like a zombie |
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Like a zombie |
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Oh you're running the situation |
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Don't be afraid to be a friend |
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Cos I won't hurt you girl, or leave you unsaid |
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You make me live enough to love again |
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Cos i'm a sad sack, post teen, could have been a love machine, no dream, concrete, walking like a zombie |
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Like a zombie |
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And i'm a coal train, fast lane, caught up in a dirty rain, no pain, no gain, working like a zombie |
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Like a zombie |
