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If you want, I got some |
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Makes it like you ain't been stung |
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You can move a head that's hung |
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But you can not escape from one |
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You hide like an aching lung |
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You hide like an aching lung |
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I've seen you fade like some memory game |
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In a dark arcade where you threw your change |
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If you want, leave and run |
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Like it never begun |
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You cannot belong to one |
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And I can only try my luck |
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But you hide like an aching lung |
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You hide like an aching lung |
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I've seen your face like some dim lit plane |
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But you make me shake like some country train |
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They made you feel ordinary |
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If I held you under my arm |
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Could it do you harm |
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They made you feel ordinary |
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If I held you under my arm |
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Could it do you harm |
