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Now I don't mind if |
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I hurt you and leave this guilt behind. |
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So here I go burning bridges did |
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I play my hand too soon? |
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So for the first time in my life feel like a country boy caught in headlights |
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I found my rosebud |
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Arrived in |
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New York City felt like a scapegoat before a commitee |
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I found my rosebud |
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All this talk of regret, lets go slumming and start all over again. |
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The greatest ghost writer couldn't help you to write a draft of your life |
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Great minds have spent lifetimes looking for answers. |
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Look at these sandpaper hands |
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I'm just paid from the neck down. |
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Your velvet revolution chase where it leads you, my friend |
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It's not like |
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I said that |
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I love you |
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Oh no |
