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Well i talk |
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Too much |
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To myself |
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And i turn my back on my faith |
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It's like glass |
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When we Break |
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I wish no one in my place |
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and i've seen |
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you don't need their seeds |
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when their dirt goes in deep |
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and i'm lost in sleep |
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i can't stay |
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in this place |
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i can't stand |
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when the room turns round |
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on my fate |
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you give no guarantees |
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there's no promise |
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i can keep |
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i can't stand |
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i can't see my way |
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i feel blind |
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on my feet |
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i can't stay too long |
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am i wrong? |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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i'm so tired |
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of my mood |
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and sleep comes |
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with a knife, fork and a spoon |
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you're so pale |
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in your face |
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you let life |
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get in your way |
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and i've seen |
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you don't need their seeds |
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when their dirt goes in deep |
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and i'm lost in sleep |
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am i wrong? |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
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goodbye, lay the blame on luck |
