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What a deal |
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I've worked with |
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Father Sky |
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He's given me a choice with time |
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Walking straight on lines |
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Don't let our ankles roll |
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You've got to tip toe |
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Not to hurt your soul |
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Our bodies take a toll |
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You move the |
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Pacific You move... |
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Tearing through the light of your horizon |
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I try to find a way to screw my head on right |
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Tell me to confess, but |
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I have no regrets |
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You've got me by the neck |
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It's raw to my leather flesh |
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I gave my best away |
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To no one specific |
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You're no one specific |
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A bone chilling culture mess |
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And still the vulture over my head |
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Is threatening my sins |
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Digging deep inside my chest |
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Realize we're loving less |
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Oh, and I gave my best away |
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You move the |
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Pacific You move... |
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Tearing through the light of your horizon |
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I try to find a way to screw my head on right |
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Tell me to confess, but |
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I have no regrets |
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You've got me by the neck |
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It's raw to my leather flesh |
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I gave my best away |
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To no one specific |
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You're no one specific |
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Who are you when no one's watching? ' |
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Cause I always find myself talking |
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To someone in time we've made |
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To who do you speak, but never see? |
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To who do you speak, but never see? (You're no one specific, you're no one specific, you're no one specific) |
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Tearing through the light of your horizon |
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I try to find a way to screw my head on right |
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Tell me to confess, but |
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I have no regrets |
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You've got my be the neck |
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It's raw to my leather flesh |
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I gave my best away |
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To no one specific |
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You're no one specific (What a deal I've worked with Father Sky) |
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To no one specific |
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You're no one specific (What a deal I've worked with Father Sky) |
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You're no one specific |
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You're no one... |
