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On my black feet, I |
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Run with all my heart |
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To black shores and rivers |
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In spite of all I fear |
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You're too dramatic |
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I don't understand it |
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Don't listen when you're weary, but |
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I wanna talk about it |
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You and me weren't made for that |
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I'm sure |
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Not in my house |
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It doesn't stop for you |
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It doesn't stop for |
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'Cause you're too dramatic |
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I don't understand it |
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Out of the static |
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'Cause you're too dramatic |
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You know I couldn't live here that way |
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You said it before |
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He left Cincinnati just sixteen |
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Had his fill, boy |
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And though I guess |
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That there's nothing honest |
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Honest |
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All that matters is that |
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You're too dramatic |
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I don't understand it |
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Out of the static |
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'Cause you're too dramatic |
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But the people I knew |
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Don't matter to me anymore |
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'Cause you're too dramatic |
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I don't understand it |
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You're too dramatic |
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I don't understand it |
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Out of the static |
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'Cause you're too dramatic |