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I see you out there walkin' |
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Your crooked smile |
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You think that you possess such |
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Grace and style... well I say no |
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The wind is getting colder |
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And you're getting older |
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You sit and watch your life go by |
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And you can blame yourself |
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You call me over |
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You call me brother |
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But I despise you |
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Like there's no other |
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Put you out |
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Of my misery |
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Put you out |
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Get away from me |
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Take a walk around |
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And see the world you live in |
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Then reflect if you deserve |
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The skin that you wear |
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So it's almost over |
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You will be forgotten |
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Or could I be you in the end |
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And I'll never walk away |
