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I close my eyes and then |
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I count to ten |
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Shake some hands and then |
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I feel ashamed |
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I'm in control but |
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I am out of time |
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I've lost the need for any desire, any desire |
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I had a vision but it slipped away |
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Inherit goodness, it is here to stay |
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It's not about us anymore |
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It's not about us, 'bout us anymore |
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I close my eyes and then |
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I count to ten |
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I open them up and |
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I shut them again |
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Look at the crowd and then forget my parts |
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Back to memory and then back to the start, back to the start |
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I'm back to the stuff that made us all |
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Back to reality, back to fuck all |
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It's not about us anymore |
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It's not about us, 'bout us anymore |
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Close my eyes and then |
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I count to ten |
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Sign some papers and then they are my friends |
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Attempt to make up and my skin aches |
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Not even massage can make my body straight, my body straight |
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Count to ten and then pretend |
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I'm homeJust a job |
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I get well paid for |
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It's not about us anymore |
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It's not about us, 'bout us anymore |
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I close my eyes, |
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I close my eyes |
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I close my eyes, |
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I close my eyes |
