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Well I've got something to saymy intentions were rightwe met a moron todaywell back up just give upout in the cold on our ownoh man you kidnapped the truth |
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You told us all to go home. |
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You can find your own way home buddy. |
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I'm sorry to take up your time |
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But you won't answer my callsthere's tickets on the line, well sell up |
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Why are they in town you saywash my hands why don't you go awayin the cold all alone, no place left to call my homefinding out that you weren't there, feeling that you didn't caremix me up in my emotion, spin some more lies fill the ocean |
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I'll work hard but you be lazy, you look good you'll feel fineyou had already made up your namebefore you had turned the pageviewing all the friendlinessas an easy weaknessbut now your petty bourgeoishas been revealed to you peersas your head hits your handsand the story's revealed. |
