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So don't strike hard at my door |
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So don't strike hard anymore |
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It's taken you nothing |
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To wash it clean away |
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It's taken you nothing |
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To beat us |
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So don't strike out of control |
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Are you minding your business |
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Or is it all you care about |
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Every minute that you go |
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I hope you never know |
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Like a razor in the snow |
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In your eyes is a dead and blue little nerve |
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Is it minding its business |
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Or is it all you care about |
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Every minute that you go |
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I hope you never know |
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Like a razor in the snow |
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Always my secret and jump from it always |
