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Words wouldn't come stumbled all deaf and dumb |
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As the crowd awaits his great escape |
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And his fingers wouldn't move nervous are black and blue |
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It's just an eye game, game away now |
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And he had moved |
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And he had moved on to god knows where |
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And he had moved on none of us care |
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And he had moved on to god knows where |
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And he had moved on none of us care |
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So the crowd spit him out |
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And they shot him through the skies |
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They crucified rock and rolls worst leading guy |
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And he had moved on to god knows where |
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And he had moved on none of us care |
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And he had moved on to god knows where |
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And he had moved on none of us care |
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And he had moved on to god knows where |
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And he had moved on none of us care |
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And he had moved on to god knows where |
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And he had moved on none of us care |
