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Supposition worse than flu |
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Over my head |
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Hangs a weighted lung for two |
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Wings aloud and bound for nowhere else |
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But back where they belong |
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A third eye may be too strong |
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For when you're going |
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If you think you know the rules |
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Think again |
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If you think you know the rules |
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Think again |
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Because lightning won't strike twice |
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And I might not be enough |
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To blow the fuse again |
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Perfect lesion is the crime on my mind |
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Hangs a weighted heart of mine |
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If I pulled these two apart to see |
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Just where |
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I went wrong |
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A clear eye could see no wrong |
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In where I'm going |
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If you think you know the rules |
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Think again |
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If you think you know the rules |
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Think again |
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Because lightning won't strike twice |
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And I might not be enough |
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To blow the fuse again |
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If you expect me to deliver |
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I will simply steal the horse |
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If you expect me to deliver |
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If you think you know the rules |
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Think again |
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If you think you know the rules |
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Think again |
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Because lightning won't strike twice |
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And I might not be enough |
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To blow the fuse again |
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And I might not be enough |
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To blow the fuse again |
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To blow the fuse again |
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To blow the fuse again |
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To blow the fuse again |
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To blow the fuse again ... |
