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Feels much better |
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Now I [?] |
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No more disorder in your [?] |
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Looks deceiving |
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Premonitions, I've got mine |
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A hundred year, it seen me smiling every time |
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I can do no wrong, lately |
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But I could do no wrong, then |
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I save you from reason [?], smell of sulfur |
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Yeah, I can do no wrong |
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Feels much better |
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Now I [?] |
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Sunday soldiers lay there, now I can't lose |
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In your fading prearranging, made-up minds |
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Everything secure, nothing in the cracks |
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Nobody hates my turn |
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'Cause I'm so young |
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Nobody hates my turn |
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And I can't wait my turn |
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'Cause I'm not young |
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I can't wait my turn |
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Nobody hates my turn |
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'Cause I'm so young |
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Nobody hates my turn |
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And I can't wait my turn |
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'Cause I'm not young |
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I can't wait my... |
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Lay down my soul, my soul, my soul |
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[Chorus] |
