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Are you saying I've got to sit here |
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And watch all your lights turn cold |
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Pack my bag of good intentions |
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In the boot of growing old |
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Are you saying my hand can't hold back |
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This tsunami rolling in |
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The only power at my disposal |
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Is choose which way to swim |
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I'm sure I knew it on the day I was born |
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But time has misted up my memory |
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All I know is that I know nothing |
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So don't ask me, no don't ask me |
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I've been late to learn a lesson |
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Some things are best left unsaid |
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But love has polished the connection |
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Between my big mouth and my head |
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Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin |
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I'm sure I knew it on the day I was born |
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But time has misted up my memory, yeah |
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All I know is that I know nothing |
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So don't ask me |
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I've got trouble enough |
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Keeping my own nose clean |
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Each day's a twisting path |
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With dangers I can't foresee |
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I'd better mind my own affairs |
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Trust those I love to mind theirs |
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I'm going to shut my eyes and count |
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To one-two-three |
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So I'll watch the wave approaching |
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Rising deadly up the sands |
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And I'll smile in all the right places |
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And sit upon my hands |
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I'm sure I knew it on the day I was born |
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But time has misted up my memory, yeah |
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All I know is that I know nothing |
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All I know is that I know nothing |
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All I know is that I know nothing |
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So don't ask me |
