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An agressive nature does not make the weaker man a gladiator |
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Inside this misty circle |
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Well, here's looking at you |
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And all your schemes are undone |
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And you just cna't pul my ideas down |
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Well take a good look within |
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And this is no place for me, |
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Oh, I just can't pull my ideas down! |
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They won't come down... |
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Look at this mess we're in |
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Oh Lord, I do declare |
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I've got rusted guitar strings, man |
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They're wound around my hair |
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And lately these days |
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I'm in so many empty spaces |
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I'm transfixed I see these ugly faces |
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That pull me down... |
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Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree |
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My heads in the clouds, yeah I get misty |
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Just holding your hand |
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What can you do when you don't seem to fit |
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You fall to bits inside all because of it |
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Blame it on some massive lack of confidence. |
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3 years from now, where will I be? |
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Who will behind me pulling me down? |
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Well I'm curious about how I got to be wrapped around |
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The lines on someone's hand. |
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Won't you tell me realistically |
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How long can I expect to be inside this misty circle? |
