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The secret of my complaints |
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Reflected in the storyline, my friend |
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It's almost inappropriate |
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And history repeats itself |
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I place it in a sentence |
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I seek it and I redescent |
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Just want to get to know the cost, my loss, get off |
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So we can finally speak again |
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And countless sheep redirected on a leash |
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And I can't sleep when there's a ceiling over me |
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What do I see |
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Did you expect me to believe |
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When I can't breathe in your generous company |
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Impatiently we stay calm |
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Defeated but we keep it up |
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Just want to get to know the cost, my loss, get off |
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So we can finally speak again |
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And countless sheep redirected on a leash |
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And I can't sleep when there's a ceiling over me |
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What do I see |
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Did you expect me to believe |
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When I can't breathe in your generous company |