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Nice to see you once again |
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Been a long time, my friend |
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Since you crossed my mind at all |
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There's no need to beat about |
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Not hard to figure out |
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This ain't all a social call |
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It's been quite a long, long time |
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But not enough to find the line |
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To get me goin' once again |
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Just one word I could respect |
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But then what do I expect? |
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You missed that boat a long time ago |
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Would you mind |
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Keepin' your hands inside? |
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I am friends with so many |
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Of the dead who already |
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Take a lot of space in my head |
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I hear from them every morning |
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About all of your [?] |
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Must be tired by now of where they are |
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I sense that you are not so sure |
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Of takin' the grand tour |
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Without some kind of guarantee |
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I'll make this easier on you |
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Just let me walk you through |
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These laps, and I'll take my leave |
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And if it feels a little strange |
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I won't leave you shortchanged |
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Don't worry, this one's on me |
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Would you mind |
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Keepin' your hands inside? |
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I am friends with so many |
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Of the dead who already |
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Take a lot of space in my head |
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I hear from them every morning |
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About all of your [?] |
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Must be tired by now of where they are |
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There are friends already waiting |
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For the space that you're containing |
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Keep your hands inside |
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It isn't [?] |
