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There are few things |
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You hope I'd change |
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But you'll stay the same |
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And I've been all wrong |
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All but a minute of it |
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And one thing that you'd do |
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Is sure to carry me through it |
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Is love me all the same |
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And I would always let you |
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I'd write the nightmare for a healthy conscience |
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Sleeping with mouth open wide |
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I want you to find me |
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I want you to find me |
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All I do is hide |
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I hide from you |
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Can we sort this out? |
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I'm ready |
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I've hidden pride to a beat |
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And its racing, racing until it's dead |
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And it barely touches me anymore |
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I'd write the nightmare for a healthy conscience |
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Sleeping with mouth open wide |
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I want you to find me |
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I want you to find me |
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All I do is hide |
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I hide from you |
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It's cemetery |
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I'm in the rough |
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I'm in the nude |
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A prostitute |
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I'd write the nightmare for a healthy conscience |
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Sleeping with mouth open wide |
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I want you to find me |
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I want you to find me |
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And all I do is hide |
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I hide from you |
