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Let's assume you were right |
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and play the game of charm and strange |
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and satellite |
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and when we've all had our fun |
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deflate the stars |
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and put away the sun |
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and so we can call it a day |
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Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure |
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so let's remove any question of cure |
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cause even though you've made it pretty obscure |
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baby, it's clear, from here-- |
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you're losing your atmosphere |
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from here, you're losing it |
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So let's assume it was true |
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cause baby can't lift up a hand to swear to you |
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and what's the use of defense? |
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the hangers-on are too far gone for evidence |
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and that one was lost from the first |
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Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure |
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so let's remove any question of cure |
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cause even though you've made it pretty obscure |
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baby, it's clear, from here-- |
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you're losing your atmosphere |
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from here, you're losing it |
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So have it your way |
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whatever makes the best resume |
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whatever you can throw in |
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wash, rinse and spin til it's |
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spun away--okay |
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but I won't be sticking around |
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Cause I'll never prove that my motives were pure |
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so let's remove any question of cure |
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cause even though you've made it pretty obscure |
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baby, it's clear, from here-- |
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you're losing your atmosphere |
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from here, you're losing it |
