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it's not like that, I've got holes in my clothes |
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and for the last time I'll be up here with my notebook and my phone |
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everyone has their own idea, |
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but me I'm not a hundred-aire, |
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I barely move, I rarely care |
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don't tell me not to worry, I worry just enough, |
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help me find a way, run before you're caught, |
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officer I won't connect the dots |
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I've been played down, I've spent ages in clouds |
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and for the first time I can feel sound in the foreground of my mind |
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everyone has their own idea, |
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there's a point that you cross where nothing seems real, |
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but me I'm not a hundredaire, |
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I barely move, I rarely care |
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you read, you write, you know its true (x3) |
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you read, you write and you know that it's true |
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don't tell me not to worry, I worry just enough, |
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help me find a way, run before you're caught, |
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officer I won't connect the dots (x2) |
