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[ti:Worn Out] |
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[ar:Gotye] |
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[al:Fourth Floor Collapse] |
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There were days when I would say: |
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"I could" |
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I believed I could part the sea |
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If you needed room |
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Ask me sweetly to set the sun |
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And darling I could lift it just on my arm |
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There were days, love |
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That I truly believed that I could |
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now I'm worn out |
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now I'm worn out |
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I'm worn out |
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Little people just knock you down |
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And I see |
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My love lying on the ground |
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Looking in disbelief at me |
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I just weep her and cross myself |
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Because God knows of God I've got nothing left |
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The truth is a lie |
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Out of me |
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Truly believed that I could... |
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But now I'm worn out |
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Now I'm worn out |
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Now I'm worn out |
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Now I'm worn out |
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Now I'm worn out |
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Now I'm worn out... |
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