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Mr. Nothing's got a lot |
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He's got a lot to say |
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He's good at being what he's not |
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Gives nothing away |
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Another day goes on by |
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And he never speaks his heart |
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He takes his chance with what he's got |
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It's too late now to stop |
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You push and you pull |
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And struggle with the knot |
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It's tying you up |
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While you're fadin' |
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You give and you take |
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And take what you got |
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Round and round' |
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Til it breaks and |
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You push and you pull |
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And struggle with the knot |
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It's tying you up |
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While you're fadin' into your lie |
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Mr. Nothing is late |
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He's running out of time |
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He questions whether chance |
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Or fate will ever show a sign |
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Looks to the sky above |
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For a glimpse of what it means |
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And never never never make |
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Make no sense to him |
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You push and you pull |
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And struggle with the knot |
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It's tying you up |
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While you're fadin' |
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You give and you take |
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And take what you got |
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Round and round' |
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Til it breaks and |
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You push and you pull |
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And struggle with the knot |
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It's tying you up |
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While you're fadin' into your lie |
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You push and you pull it |
