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I swear at you for leaving, |
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Like I cursed at you when you stayed |
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And I run you out, pass you round |
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Scrape you 'bout, fade you out |
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Running good rings around you, rings around you |
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Go find yourself a beautiful bride |
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She'll become your ugly wife |
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And she'll spin you out, push you round |
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Turn you out, scrape you 'round, break you down |
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Running good rings around you, rings around you |
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Rings around you |
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And last of all go find yourself |
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With a compass and bad word |
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It might cheer you up, chain you out |
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Feng you down, run you round |
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Running good rings around you, rings around you |
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Running good rings around you |
