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Once the feeling calls |
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You play the part, break the heart |
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Until you feel alive |
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Scratch through the ceiling you love |
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To have your fun behined the gun |
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Till the feeling dies |
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And there's something, |
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I'm working |
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There's something, |
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I'm working |
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There's something, |
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I'm working |
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Dark circles around your body |
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Soon you'll be stealing for |
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The odds and ends |
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We once were friends |
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Now you demean us |
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Back to the meaning |
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Of the way you are |
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You crashed the car |
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To make the fever rise |
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And there's something, |
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I'm working |
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There's something, |
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I'm working |
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There's something, |
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I'm working |
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Dark circles around your body |
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Shift less inside your gut |
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We lay the card, the players apart |
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Used to be alike |
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Slips your aching heart |
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And once again |
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Without your friend |
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Come to be invited |
