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I'm staying stubborn in retreat |
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I was standing on your corner |
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Pondering defeat |
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An old lady fixed my collar |
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Said, her steps were getting steep |
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I said, "I live by the top |
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But not permanently" |
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I know you follow, I can hear you |
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And the patter of your feet |
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I'm looking like I'm still half asleep |
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And it feels like your standing on me |
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Why do you ask me? |
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I don't know my way |
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Why do you keep me here? |
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I have no more cards to play |
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I've got eyelids like concrete |
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They're too numb to blink |
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You drain the life out of me |
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I've forgotten how to think |
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I was sitting on a fortune |
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Now I'm staring down a sink |
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I've got one too many itches |
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And you're just another sting |
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You can hope that I might |
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But I never feel a thing |
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You can hope that I might |
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But I never feel a thing |
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Why do you ask me? |
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I don't know my way |
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Why do you keep me here? |
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I have no more cards to play |
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A strange thing happened in my mind |
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All your words turned to scribble |
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By the time I recognize |
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I never looked right |
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In the reflection in your eyes |
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I'd wait to hear your voice |
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But I never could reply |
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Why do you ask me? |
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I don't know my way |
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Why do you keep me here? |
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I have no more cards to play |
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Why do you ask me? |
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I have nothing left to say |
