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I swear to God I'm not the same |
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As I was the other week |
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I got you stuck in my teeth |
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And though you take me for a fool |
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I've got better things to do |
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Then to prove myself to you |
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But you know I won't get back on |
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That road end is TOO LONG |
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Another year with no strings |
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BUT IT'S FINE |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I woke up half the man I was |
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Fingers burnt down to the bone |
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Conversations on my own |
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If I could take me in, I would |
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And contradict the batting good |
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And find myself a brand new home |
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But you know I won't get back on |
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That road end is TOO LONG |
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Another year with no strings |
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BUT IT'S FINE |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
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But you know I won't get back on |
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That road end is TOO LONG |
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Another year with no strings |
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BUT IT'S FINE |
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I'm a little too young with not enough time |
