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I can give the hundred million reasons |
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To build a barricade |
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Blame it on the changing of the seasons |
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The thoughts that I convey |
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Does it make it alright? |
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It doesn't make it alright |
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To roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
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Roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
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Look around at all the plastic people |
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Who live without a care |
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Try to sit with me around my table |
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But never bring a chair |
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Does it make it alright? |
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It doesn't make it alright |
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To roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
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Roll it over my soul |
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And leave me here |
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To roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
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Roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
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To roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
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Roll it over my soul |
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Leave me here |
