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When she goes, she's gone |
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If she stays, she stays here |
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The girl does what she wants to do |
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She knows what she wants to do |
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And I know I'm fakin' it |
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I'm not really makin' it |
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Such a dubious soul |
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And a walk in the garden wears me down |
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Tangled in the fallen vines |
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Pickin' up the punchlines |
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I've just been fakin' it |
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Not really makin' it |
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Is there any danger? |
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No, no not really |
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Just lean on me |
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Takin' time to treat your friendly neighbors honestly |
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I've just been fakin' it, fakin' it |
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I'm not really makin' it |
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This feeling of fakin' it |
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I still haven't shaken it |
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Prior to this lifetime |
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I surely was a tailor |
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Look at me |
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(Good morning Mr. Leech, have you had a busy day?) |
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I own the tailor's face and hands |
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I'm the tailor's face and hands |
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I know I'm fakin' it, fakin' it |
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I'm not really makin' it |
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This feeling of fakin' it |
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I still haven't shaken it, shaken it |
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I know I'm fakin' it |
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I'm not really makin' it |
