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Too much common sense will leave a bad taste in your mouth |
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So wash it out, wash it out, wash it out |
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Nothing ever follows all the lines that we lay down |
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Still it helps to think we've figured something out |
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So lay your plans by the sea |
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And when the tide comes in just let them bleed |
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Let 'em bleed |
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And wash it out, wash it out, wash it out |
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All the evidence collected in your own defense doesn't do you any good |
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And pinning all the blame on someone never made much sense |
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Cause we're all convicts from a point of view |
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So lay your plans by the sea |
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And when the thieves come in just let them take what they need |
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And wash it out, wash it out |
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Just wash it right out |
