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Lately I |
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I've been heading for a breakdown |
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Every time I leave my house |
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Well, it feels just like a shake down |
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Between street sweepers and the pushers are the lawyers |
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Who may as well be butchers |
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Between the small timing hustlers who all |
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Seem to feed upon each other |
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Oh, God, why you been |
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Hanging out in that ol' violin |
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While I've been waiting for you |
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To pull me through? |
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Lately I |
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Every time I try to lie down |
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While my mind just gets away |
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I can't even close my eyes now |
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Between the big fish and ambition and the lovers |
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Using words as ammunition |
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Between the wood planks, I've been pacing and this |
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Impossible dream that I've been chasing |
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Oh, God, why you been |
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Hanging out in that ol' violin |
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While I've been waiting for you |
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To pull me through? |
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Oh, God |
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Oh, God |
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Oh, God, why you been |
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Hanging out in that ol' violin |
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While I've been waiting for you |
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To pull me through? |
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Oh, God |
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Oh, God |
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Oh, God |