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Be it broken down or beaten up is what you'll have to offer |
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And not a moment short of time is like a medicine |
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They say it heals all wounds are deep and painful, |
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I don't buy it |
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But I would sell it to you for a decent price |
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Never would |
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I fall too short of expectations not expected |
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And never should you take to heart whatever |
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I just said |
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A little birdie told me something |
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Really, birds don't talk, but his chirp was nice |
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I think I gathered what he meant |
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CHORUS:What's said is not always what is meant |
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Breathing this fire, leaves me with no desire to be read |
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Reading books, |
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I've found my eyes, they like to wander off the pages |
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To play with many things impertinent to my mind |
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Sometimes |
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I like to sleep, it's cool, but it is overrated |
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I'd rather just be singing nonsense through the night |
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CHORUSEighteen years behind me, many more to come, |
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I am excited |
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I hope I didn't jinx myself, please knock on wood for me |
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Or write a letter to a friend, tell them it's time to listen |
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To what I'm saying, but it's not said, don't let it get into your head |
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BRIDGE:Just when you thought that you were sane |
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Like clever convicts, they came running, escaping from your brain |
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These words, they trickled out these fickle conversations so concerned |
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With rationale, |
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I don't know how, but |
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I think I am done for now |
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CHORUS |
